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About This Poem
Soft in the Beautifier's Hand
Sometimes you would do wrong things
Or have wrong thoughts
He knows
And He will correct you
Be open to his guidance
And not be hardened
He will forgive you
All
He only wants good for you
That you will be right with Him
He who hardened
Is like the clay that is already taken its shape
Whether good or bad
It will be that way
Be you soft
In the Molder’s hand
He will change you to the shape He wants you to be
The wonderful shape
That only He can think of
Absolutely wonderful
Now, wouldn’t you like that?
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