I am but clay in the hands you’ve molded,A vessel shaped by your divine will,Formed from earth and air, a creation beholden,To the likeness of kings, to heavenly heights I still.Confessions spill as I gaze upon your word,Refreshing streams of truth wash over me,Awakening from suppression, my soul stirred,From depths of depression, I finally see.An… Continue reading The potter
A Voice for Authenticity
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