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This poem describes how humans were created by the Creator in his likeness. |
| CREATE IN ME Create in me, Lord to do your blessed will. Mold me, make me, hold me, shake me, For you are working still! I am the earthen clay You are the potter, you see So empty out my all my ways, Then fill me With the spoken words you say! Yes, I know your hand fashions every impossible dream, every vision I see And every thought unseen So Father, create your likeness in me. Shirley Hampton |