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Plea for the Potter


You O Lord are our Father,
Just as Christ is our Brother;
To worship you we are unfit,
Not worthy what we inherit.

Since we are nothing but clay,
Your hands are guiding the way;
With your hands able to hold,
Like the potter takes us to mold.

But our sins are just filthy rags,
Passing a thorny bush it snags;
That is corrupting us inside,
Restricting our ability to abide.

As withering leaves in the fall,
From sins causing us to enthrall;
Enticing us to make us stray,
As storm winds sweeping us away.

O Lord, help us to make amends,
Away from all these sinful trends;
Forgive us of this foul iniquity,
So we can join you in eternity.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2007 Richard Newton Sherrer

 







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