Potter
Who are you? I was asked.
I turned to the potter and asked, who am i?
He responded, you called me the potter and
he continued with his work.
Then i realized that i am the clay but
He remains the potter.
I wish i have the picture of what
He wants to make of me but
He keeps showing me the scriptures.
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