I FORMED YOU WITH MY HANDS
Stephanie Storey-Morant
One day I strolled into the vineyard
To observe all my creations
As I wandered
I made many mental notations
Since all was very good in sight
I decided, I’d play
So merrily I adventured
To the house of Clay
Inside I possessed clay
A Variety of kinds
It’s the same clay
I used to create mankind
It was there in that dwelling
My creativity stirred
It was in the Potter’s House
Where thoughts of you occurred
It was in the midst of that clay
Where our journey began
It was that wondrous day
Beloved
I formed you with my hands
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Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 8, 2007
Stephani this is beautiful and a blessing this moment thank you for this truth of his love.
Blessings,
Joselyn
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
Blessings,
Joselyn
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.