I Am But Clay In The Potter's Hand
"We are the clay, you are the potter; We are all the work of your hand." -Isaiah 64:8
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
After the Cold
I wanna drown in a sea of wild grass.
Nothing between the earth and my bare feet.
We are One.
Running with the wind, I could fly away.
The closest to Home that I'll ever be.
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