A Child Like Clay - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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