"I Formed you with my Hands"

One day I strolled into the vineyard,
To observe all my creations
As I wandered
I made many mental notations
Since all was very good in sight
I decided, Iíd play
So merrily I adventured
To the house of Clay
Inside I possessed clay
A Variety of kinds
Itís the same clay
I used to create mankind
It was there in that dwelling
My creativity stirred
It was in the Potterís House
Where thoughts of you occurred
It was in the midst of that clay
Where our journey began
It was that wondrous day, Beloved,
I formed you with my hands

Author: Stephanie Storey-Morant
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