The Potter and I
The POTTER and I
As I prayed one day - I told my Lord,
You are THE POTTER and I am the clay.
Please change me anyway you want,
just change my life and make me new
again.
He told me - I don't like you - So I'm going
to break you up and in a beautiful new
glass you will be transformed - but in the
process - I am going to make you cry,
because through fire I will have to make
you go.
He said - I want a smile, when everything is
wrong. I want to have your confidence, in the
middle of a STORM. I want to hear a song
instead of your COMPLAINES and you will learn
to FORGIVE the ones that have done you wrong.
The POTTER took my hand and led me on my way.
He started working on me - a little everyday. The
process is not easy, but I am on my way and if
The POTTER stays with me - I'll be beautiful one
day...
02/23/2013
Written By Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013
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