I am a potter, my students are the clay
my hands mold the clay into I want it to be.
For the clay to be fashioned it has to cooperate with me
to be honed into something it has to be one with me.
I am a potter, God has meant me to be
Though my hands are not as beautiful and as skilful as they should be
Every clay I fashion has a purpose and a mission
to help me realize his will and vision.
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