I'm slowly learning to be me
learning at last how to be free
becoming the person I'm meant to be
eyes wide open I'm beginning to see
The Potter is moulding the clay of my heart
teaching me virtue as He has from the start
but foolish and wayward I burdened my cart
though in truth He was here, we were never apart
Oft I've forgotten and gone my own way
and been far too eager to have my own say
filled so with noise I'm unable to pray
but now at His feet I am longing to stay
Monday, 21 February 2011
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