Mold me again

Mold Me Again

The pottery says to the potter

You see me just as I am

You’ve seen me at my worst

And my weakest points

So take me up once more

And mold me again.

Shape and make me

As you would have me

But don’t just set me aside

Mold me again

I want to be put onto the potter’s wheel

So take me up

And spin and shape me

Until I’m just as you would have me

Tear me down and rebuild me

Until I am, complete

Just mold me again

I desire to be between thy hands

Being made brand new

I want the world to know

Who made me?

So mold me again

Yes, I know it’s going to take sometime for me to be totally complete

I know it is a painful procedure

But Mr. Potter,

I’m willing to let go of the lumps, humps, winkles and patches

And everything that stands in my way of being made

So please mold me again.

Copyright ã Darlene Danaby