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Made by the perfect man


Flawless Flawless Yes I am, because I was made by the perfect man. 

His name is Wonderful, Prince of Peace, he is also the King above all Kings. 

I am perfectly and wonderfully made, knitted together like the perfect piece of clay. 

Clay is formed only in the potters hands, and he indeed made me to be just the PERFECT way I am. 

There is no need to hide nor is there room to fall, for his loving grace covers all my sins at fault. 

I am grateful that my fathers sees me the true way I am ,flawless and righteous I will forever stand. 
 

He makes no mistakes and makes every child of his the same way again perfecting the art of molding his clay, 

He only continues to produce the best ,and will forever make no one less. 

His name means great love and will forever stand to be a symbol of the perfect flawless man. 

Flawless, Flawless Yes I am, because I was made by the perfect man. 

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ddavid03
<p>I hope you enjoy this poem</p>

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