On the Potter's Wheel

I’d cry but I can’t seem to get the tears to form
It is quiet here in the center of the storm
I’d yell but there is no one to hear
Fighting to remain I seek to persevere
Emotions are fickle, they betray me often
I am looking in faith for this sky to soften
But it doesn’t the pain seems to remain
Like a scar that will not heal
Why is it that the most painful moments are the most real?
I am pierced to the core and on my knees raining tears
Crying out to my hope in glory, knowing that He hears
The flames burn hotter as I spin on the wheel
The touch of the potter’s hands I can feel
I am being molded and stripped down, down to my core
Why am I going through this? What is this for?
The potter is silent as He crushes my form’s fragility
Yet I am able to rest because I am His responsibility