“I know,” says the clay

I know…

I know you love me

I know you have a plan, for me

And I know, they are plans for good,

Not for calamity

 

You show me, where you wanna take me

You then take me back, from the beginning

To start with me, from the beginning

To walk the walk, with me

 

I know you, have work for me

I know I am not perfect

And I know, I am a work in progress

You are the porter, I am the clay

I know…I know….

 

I know the process,

 A process; that ain’t easy  for me

The kneading, the  moulding, the fire

To be fit, for the Master’s use

I know….I know…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

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