I am Your Clay

Mold me and shape me,

Lord, I am your clay.

Show me, tell me

where you need me today.

Safely I’m cradled

in the palm of your hand.

Gently you hold me

when I’m too weak to stand.

Wherever you lead,

please help me to follow

You are my hope

for a brighter tomorrow.

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