I am clay My color is plain Some say I have no use My Potter has plans for me He throws me onto His wheel I must be centered or I won't go far As I begin to spin, I'm so afraid Don't know if I'm centered Will I fly from the wheel? Now the wheel is turning fast I'm doing fine The Potter begins to shape me I'll become what He wants me to be At times the Potter sees flaws in me He knows how to fix them He's good at His job The flaw is no longer there I can't even tell where it was The Potter is finished shaping I sit in the sun and dry I become strong What next? The Potter places me in the fire I don't like this I was fine the way I was Take me out of here Please, I do not wish to burn I see more clay here with me Some have now cracked Their flaws were not fixed Maybe they were not pliable They would not change When the Potter is ready He removes me from the heat I am amazed~~the fire made me stronger I am more beautiful than ever! This is my full potential? I had no idea The Potter uses me now In His hands But not those who broke in the heat Was that His way of testing me? I'm glad I passed the testBirth sign: Pisces
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