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My Father's Plan
I am but mere clay
in my Fathers hands,
anticipating the arrival
of my Master's Plans.
Yielding daily,
succumbing,
to all His way's,
trusting in His mercy to
to see me through each phase.
Allowing Him to mold me
into the image of His Son,
leaning on His patience
until the final work is done.
Looking for a resemblance
as each day passes by,
Believing any moment to
this flesh I'll say good-bye.
My Father's Plan
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