The Potter's Hand: A Poem
I was created in Your own image,
but I have fallen from what I was created to be,
Was the dream of You and me just a mirage?,
Or is there more than what I can now see?....
Let me be lovingly shaped in Your hands,
Full of wisdom You break and remold me,
Patiently seeking to bring me to better lands,
Where I can be who You created me to be...
Loving, patient, graceful, and kind,
You are making me more than just a visage of You,
When God and daughter collide,
I am transformed into a princess with a heart that's proven true.