Can anything good come out from this clay?
Lord, I am nothing but a mere mud.
Analyse my thoughts, mould me and shape me into
Your will, plan and purpose for my liife.
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Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)
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Makes it seem like we're God's puppets but I feel that's true. Loved your poem!
Such a beautiful prayer <3