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CLAY
Words of clay
Are in my head
I form them as I please
I don’t seem to struggle
They come to me with ease
But I can’t take all the credit
For the potter
Sits on high
He comforts me
And strengthens me
Until my time nigh
So I pass along his blessings
To my fellow man in need
One drop of hope
Is like a rope
To a drowning man indeed
Are in my head
I form them as I please
I don’t seem to struggle
They come to me with ease
But I can’t take all the credit
For the potter
Sits on high
He comforts me
And strengthens me
Until my time nigh
So I pass along his blessings
To my fellow man in need
One drop of hope
Is like a rope
To a drowning man indeed
Published 6th Jan 2025
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6th Jan 2025 6:19pm
Favourite lines, for aptness to the title:
For the potter
Sits on high
He comforts me
And strengthens me
Until my time nigh
For the potter
Sits on high
He comforts me
And strengthens me
Until my time nigh
