I am
I am merely a clay pot,shaped by a potter
The offspring of prophecy
Have no right to complain nor istruct on how to be shaped
Was first just clay,useless and meaningless,needed water to live
But after dizziness,I am useful and here filled with purpose
Humble and willing,I stared at him
Watching how he enjoyed creating me
Being the idea conceived in His mind before what I am now satisfies me
Every detail just turned up as planned
So special,not even for marketing
Just kept save for I am his first idea
So weird how I am naturall humble
With great abilities and a detailed life I put a smile on his face
Oh,so special I am
Not a mistake but his treasured possession
He really is a peferct father
With great wisdom and love
It is not what you do but how much love you put into it
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Riwaldo Skrywer
Wow. I never thought I would be so happy about being involved in social activities. I am a very frank and generous person. I enjoy writing poetry because it allows me to be myself and because of the fact that it takes me to a different world. Poetry is my second life. :-)
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