Here I am like clay
Master, have your way
I had a heart of stone
my life was only my own.
By Holy Spirit power
you changed me, hour by hour
melted my inhibitions
by heavenly petition.
Now I stand before You
soft and ready to use
mold me, Master, make me
anything you choose.
Lord, your hands are gentle
and when you breathe your fire
I become a thing of beauty
where once, I was only mire.
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Hey Jamie. Thanks for the nice critique. I like your poem. It's short, which makes the reader pay more attention, meaningful, and very... what's the word... flowing, entrancing, or something like that. (My vocabulary needs updating!) Great work and God bless.
