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Molded Clay


Isaiah 64

You come to help those who gladly do right,
Who remember your ways and your delight;
But we continually sin against and shun them,
This making you angry which you condemn;
How can we be saved with all our shame,
How can we ever clear our good name;
All of us have become so obscene,
Which has made us arrogant and mean;
Our good deeds are rags filled with grime,
Because of all the temptation of crime;
We are really shriveled up like a leaf,
For we stand before you in disbelief;
The wind has our soul and swept away,
Because from your path we do stray;
Yes Lord you are our Heavenly Father,
We are the clay as you are the potter;
We are still soft waiting for you to form,
Once you shape us then make us warm;
Mold us in your hand for sin to be block,
Then harden us to be as strong as a rock.

Richard Newton Sherrer

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