I Am Your Clay
LORD, I am your clay; do with me as you please.
Mold me into the sculpture you see fit for me to be.
I pray that you take these undefined edges, and make them smooth.
Lord I long to be made in the image of you.
Take this empty vessel and mark it with a call
One of your elect, yet not without flaws.
Through my faults you are made perfect
For, you are King of kings, creator of all
I am you clay take me in your hands
Create me bold Lord, with the ability to stand
Create me with the strength to weather all storms
Create me with your grace, stature and form.
Create me with a pure spirit, clean heart and willing mind.
Able to prevail in adversities,
persevere in trying times.
I am your clay do with me as you please.
Let your divine light shine brightly through me.
Lord you are the potter and I am your clay.
Yours to behold,
Do with me as you may.
By Chiquita (Chiamaka)Baity
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