Forming Life, In Forming Me
You fashioned man
Out of clay matter
Called the birds
To flock your trees
The pines reach up
The creatures chatter
You spoke out light
It came to be
You made the mountains
Such a wonder
Beauty beyond
One'd hope to see
Thank You for making
That clay matter
And forming life
In forming me
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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