I am the clay with no shape
In the hand of the porter
Turning on the wheel
I am the porter’s will
As He rolls, knead and mould
He is always in control
With vision clear
He holds me so dear
Many a vessel he made
All in different shape
And beauty not the same
I am a work of art
And he is best at art
He created the heaven and earth
He bless me and make me live on earth
When am broken I return to Him
In repentance I turn to Him
He require nothing of me but to worship Him
And forgiveness is up to Him
At first I am with no shape and beauty
In the end I am full of blessing and beauty.
The Porter
Abdulafees Aaqib
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Poem topics: heaven, work, dear, clear, return, broken, live, vision, control, wheel, worship, earth, beauty, shape, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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