We are all but lumps of clay
waiting to be put in a mould
You make us all individual
Each one a beauty to behold
You take your time
on every work of art
knowing every hair on our head
and every wish in our heart
we started as a lump of clay,
you change us as we age
these changes are for the better
and you never throw that clay away
Some know you as the Heavenly Father
others don't think you're there
But how can we debate it
when you're the only one to care
and love us with eternal love
provide us with everything
the reason i am blessed with my life
You're the reason for my praises and every song I sing.
Praise The Lord- The Truth- The Creator- The Only Heavenly Potter
In a list
A contest entry
- Pre-writes and Fresh Writes Contest by FloridaGatorQueen.
525 points, ended November 15, 2008, 66 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - a gifted potter... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 11, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Yes...your songs are very blessed and graced by HIS light my friend..and you are very beautiful while making HIM a picture of poetry..well done...
-
This is an awesome poem. You spoke so much truth. God is the only one that truly knows us for who we are. I totally agree. I enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest
-
This is beautiful
-
I like this hon, its really beautiful
xoxo -
-
Inspired by last years butterfly conference. the one thing that resonated about us all being clay, constantly moulded, but God never gets a new piece and starts again. He just moulds us.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
