Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Clay in the potter's hands


I want to be like clay
In the hands of my saviour
I want to be a bright day
I have to change my behaviour


If I am like clay
God can mould me
To His image in this dark day
In Gods image, I will be free


I need to become flexible
To be used by our Father
My God is reliable
His love is like no other


You must become like clay
The Kingdom of God I must seek
In order to become like clay
A God fearing servant that's meek


If God want me to be on the street
That is where I will be
God is all that I need
Humbleness will set me free


God can mould me in any way
Being humble and submissive
I will wake up to a bright day
To a life that is productive

Written by Sirbestian Nzula

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry