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.