A Prayer

Lord show me a picture of my soul
that I might know it is whole,
Let me feel the sorrow and pain
of those around me whom you claim.
Give me feet to walk the sod
that you have set for me to trod,
And willing hands to be a mold
for some young tender soul.
Lord, you're the potter, I'm the clay,
please reshape me everyday. Amen

by Jimmye Watson

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