I am like clay
My dear potter
Make me as You like
According to Your
Sweet will
Mix me with water
Or anything
kneads me
Crush me pats me
Put me on Your time-wheel
And make me
As you like
I have nothing to think
Nothing to worry
Nothing to fear
I know in all the processes
Your uncommon unique incessant
And continuous grace is there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem