Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel.
(Jeremiah 18:3 NKJV)

Round and round on the potter’s wheel.
Pressure on all sides is how I feel.
When will it stop? When will it end?
Life’s monotonous routine I can’t comprehend.
The Potter is moulding me but it causes me pain.
All this takes time so I must not complain.
A beautiful vessel one day that’s what I’ll be.
For the hand of The Lord is making me.