A stubborn piece of clay,
that's all I'll ever be.
But you are ever faithful
to shape, push and mold me.
Scrape me from the earth
and put me on your wheel.
Change all that I know,
teach me what is real.
Put me through the fire
and take me out again.
Show me all the cracks
that started from within.
Your hands are always working,
never ceasing to create.
Create in me a heart
that thrives in correction's wake.