We Are All Clay In The Creators Hand Poem by Agbo Paul Anayochukwu

At the quarry site
the creator hew and shappen vessels
cutting and moulding take much time
to make stones fit in every size and hole

Troubles and challenges mould human beings
to prepare them for greatness
think it not unfairness
when they surface

Quarry site experience
seems turbulent and harsh
subsequently it turns out good
making the man in you

Quarry site experience
purifies one as gold
life without test seems unfulfilled
immature and untapped

Clay be submissive to the potter's
moulding hands and tools
he has vision for every pot
an intended purpose for every specie

Allow the creator to cut your life
to be caught out for excellence and greatness
put yourself in the creators quarry
becoming a dazzling brightness