I am but clay in your hands.. My master potter
Mould and pat me to the shape ..the softness you desire,
Pliable …surrendering to the powerful hands of my potter
Whither it is joy or pain , your will… my desire
Hold me, work me. spin me in your destiny wheel
Till my muddy muddled mind becomes all heart
Bake me in thy heat, where your warmth I feel
Till I willingly set to the shape of your heart
Please.. is all I have to say ..as I feel
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