"His Lump Of Clay"
All I have are memoriesMemories of my past
Relationships that made me smile
But none of them would last
Now my heart knows no joy
It's sorrow every day
And to the God that I once loved
No longer do I pray
I no longer see a future
The days they just go by
Movies with happy endings
They always make me cry
Why my birth into this world?
No reason for me to be
What is my purpose on the Earth
If I can't be happy?
"Oh Well', I have been molded
From His lump of clay
Can the pot say to the potter
Why am I made this way?
Sam K. Dyer.
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