Like clay within the Master's hands
Our lives are formed and molded
And like that fragile pottery
Some dreams and hopes get broken.
His roads are not the easy ones
His ways we do not know
But if we give our lives to Him
Our paths, in time, He'll show.
For when things start to fall in place
We see His work begin
Our faith He uses as His glue
And the shards take shape again.
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A contest entry
- Master by james119.
475 points, ended June 1, 2008, 8 entries
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It says in this page (no name) that you are 12... I think it's an amazing write for that age.
My favorite part is: Our faith He uses as His glue
And the shards take shape again.
to be fair, I have chosen not to comment on beliefs except to acknowledge them.
Thanks for entering
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oh yeah...forgot I wrote this!!!!oops!~
signed VERY confused person
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