Richard Sockett

Rookie (29/07/1970 / Sheffield)

Father, The Potter - Poem by Richard Sockett

Lord, You made me who I am
Knew me before I laid in my pram
I am so happy that you are my maker
Lovingly crafted like bread from a baker
In your hands you sculpted the clay
You loved me so much that you asked me to stay
On the right path and keep away from the dark
Lord, you even made birds such as robin and lark
God thank you so much for sending Jesus your Son
Keep following him and the battle is won
Lord shape my life into something so good
Communion to us is Jesus body and blood
Our Father the potter works with the clay
Help us to serve you, this I do pray

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  • Rookie ngaio beck (7/16/2008 6:44:00 PM)

    A very moving prayer. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 16, 2008

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