.:: Jar of Clay ::.
You have made me
As a jar of clay
And I may be hard pressed
But I am not dismayed
Begotten from the dust
I am dirty
And of these waters of life
I'm so unworthy
My ability
Won't get me very far
But my fragility
Is a testimony to who you are
Mold me, make me
hold me,
break me,
hold me
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