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Impassioned Clay
Tears flow down our face
We are impassioned clay
Smiles shape our faces
We are but impassioned clay
Blood flows from our wounds
But we are only clay
We scream and laugh and sing
Clay moved by the Master’s Hands
Are you letting God shape and move you?
Oh I LOVE this one! “Impassioned clay”–YES, and I’m happy to say He is shaping me into something great for Him. My dream is to be unrecognizable to those who knew me “way back when”… God bless you Big today–love, sis Caddo
I’m glad you liked it! I almost didn’t post it. Thank you for commenting! God Bless!