Who Am I - But A Clay Poem by Alexandrian Ink

I am a fetid clay
which will ever lay
as a banquet for worms
as a food for maggots.

From the mud He fashioned
on the nostrils He breathed
made me into His likeness
bestowed His wholeness.

Oh sorrow! to behold a mere dust
who in this sinful world is lost
living forgetful of his maker
living forgetful of his redeemer.

Struggling for a perishable wealth
fighting for power, names and health
mansions at hand
acquiring not tired.

No time for the soul
this clay thing the only sole
but, just behold his lot
on The door it knocks but death.

'This grave a home now for me
where will my soul forever be?
while my body here food for worms
a feast and banquet for maggots.'
Oh Lord! Who am I - but a clay.

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