The Piece of Clay That i Became

that piece of clay 

that i became 

so long ago 

in the montains rain 

crafted by God 

put together again 

that piece of clay 

a pot filled to the brim. 

that piece of clay 

that i became 

to hold eternal life's water 

and live in His name 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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