Molding Me

Fri, 01/23/2015 - 18:35 -- jbale47


I lay there in the earth

No purpose in this life

Doing nothing in this world

Then you came along

You saw potential in me

You took me to your potter

You had to be rough on me

Your touch was to teach me

Then with a gentle guiding hand

You molded me into something

You made me into something to be proud of

I was nothing but you made me something

You made me beautiful

You made me

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