The Potter and Clay by Tammy Lang Jensen

Purple is the color of my people, my royal priesthood, my remaining remnant. They are guided and directed by Me. and take orders from their chief and commander. Yahweh, Yeshua, Elohim. The maker of heaven and earth, the protector of their soul. 

I am the potter, and they are the clay. And yet, O Lord, you are our father; we are the clay and you are our Potter. We all are formed by your hand (Isaiah 64:8). You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother‘s womb (Psalm 139:13). Every success, every poor decision, every blatant sin; You were there for them all.

Yet, you still sent your son to die for me. And if I had been the only one, he would have died just the same. He paid a price he didn’t owe, and we owe a debt we can never repay. I love Gift freely given, a sacrifice to beat Satan at his game. God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him (Acts 2:24). He was raised from the dead, the grave could not hold him, death where is your sting. I have come to set the captives free.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised (Luke 4:18). The chains have been broken, you have been set free. You simply have to accept the free gift that has been given. Jesus Christ is calling you, “FOLLOW ME!”....

Tammy Lang Jensen