Clay Man Harvested Mold From Clay--
CLAY MAN HARVESTED MOLD FROM CLAY--
God I am your harvest
I’m your won’t you come cultivate me
Oh, Lord I am your harvest
Liken a planted tree
Won’t you come mold me like a pot of clay
Lord my God make me in your image today;
2/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
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