I Am Clay By Gio Masserati Poem by Gio Masserati

I Am Clay
everyday
come what may
I wait
to hear my Master
I lay
for Him to say
Arise my Clay!
out of bed
sleepy dead
eyes swollen red
mind of lead
coffee fed
now clearer head
bible now, tho sometimes read
to stead
Hand reaches down
picks up His clay
what has He for me today?
He sculpts and shaves
some parts He saves
makes ridges with bliss
no empty part in me amiss
He gives me a hug and then a kiss
He sets me down with open fist
I am Your clay
I say
He smiles with love
and sends me on my way
He loves me
I am His clay