Clay

Does clay to potter speak: Why is this form for me? Can earthen lump or muddy clump Control its destiny? The artist’s skill must be The sole authority. Why, man, do you to Him Who molds your life, so speak? Dissatisfied arid filled with pride, Not Him, but self you seek. Obedience to His law Requires a spirit meek. Lord, take away my pride; Fill with humility. Kill earthly lust, grant spirit just, That I may yearn to be A vessel formed for Thee.