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TITLE: Potter's Hands By Autumn Pryor 05/18/05 |
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~Potter’s Hands~
You are the Potter
I am the clay
Mould me and make me
Into Your way
I need to feel Your
Hand in my life
That there’s a reason
For all my strife
Push on me harder
Stretch me again
Don’t let me weaken
Begin to cave in
Form me anew
And make me into
Just what you see
That I need to be
I’ll trust you, Father
Till end of each day
For You are the Potter
I am just the clay.
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