Mold Me, Make Me
Mold me, make me, wake me
and when I'm lost find me,
confined me and shelter me.
Control and protect my path,
lead me only to you and away
from the wrath.
Fill me with dreams of you hide
and eradicate the thoughts
that are not true or of you.
Guide my path and continue to
warm my heart.
Our father, the art of heaven,
the significant thoughts of my
life and the true reason I write.
Mold me, make me and when
I fall asleep please wake me.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
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