Mr. Clay


You, alone, have created me.
From great peril, you’ve set me free.
You breathe life into my core.
You’ve swamped me with your lore.

All my life, I’ve gone astray,
Search me, this I pray.
Draw me next to your vast presence,
Caress me with your perpetual elegance.

Fill my heart with glee
As I wait for you patiently.
In the midst of the storm, you made me still.
I will direct my steps to your perfect will.