The Potter's Clay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD AEFGH AIAFEJ AAKDL| I'm nothing but a lump of clay in the potter's hand | A |
| Formless and shapeless with no use | B |
| Meaningless and bound to fail | C |
| Of all those around He scoops me up | D |
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| I'm nothing but a lump of clay in the potter's hand | A |
| For my fate is determined by my master | E |
| To make a perfect finish with me | F |
| Have Thine own way Master have thine own way | G |
| For I'm the clay mold me after your will | H |
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| I'm nothing but a lump of clay in the potter's hand | A |
| As he begins kneading my grooves | I |
| I feel the great warmth of His hand | A |
| Which stretches me mercilessly | F |
| In distress I realized I need the grace of the potter | E |
| Helpless I am for it's so unbearable | J |
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| I'm nothing but a lump of clay in the potter's hand | A |
| Just clay in His hand | A |
| He keeps molding and shaping me for a good cause | K |
| He smooths out my edges and builds me up | D |
| For I know the potter possesses great plans | L |
Borklo Solomon
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Poet's note: God is the potter and we are the clay
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