Poetic-Verses
GOD IS KIND ON ME
God's hand is gentle
And turns mud into gold
It fashions baseness
And makes it all pure gold
God's hand is melting
This slap of mud melt' through
He takes the lumps off
And makes me like His sort
God's hand is mighty
A rushing flame, it is
That fans the fire
But making me like Him
God's hand is precious
It lifts the vessel made
To all pure wiseness
And drinks from it – the best.
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GOD IS KIND ON ME
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