Shape Me Poem by Chelsea Meigs
Shape Me
I am the clay in your hand
Shapeless and no good
Form me into a man
Like you said you would
My trust in you
It is so strong
Yes it's true
With you I do belong
I don't always understand
Why thingd happen to me
As your servant I will stand
And I will pray down on one knee
I have such love
My heart is open wide
For you up above
You are my only guide
8-27-7
*dedicated to Philip Amaismeir*
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