The Molder
How can you structure the unstructural?
How can you displace diversity,
In such a diverse world,
Filled with colors so vivid."
In the imagination of the Potter's house,
Who molds the clay of the unchained heart,
Filled with so many arteries of knowledge,
Pumping like the mind,
With so many senses of consciousness,
As sacred butterflies would send chills
Through my spine.
Shape me,
Thy faithful Molder.
For your word says you are
The source of all things,
So please!"
Give me a makeover,
And mend my broken pieces.
Mend my heart,
My mind,
And my soul,
As I render back to you,
My molder,
My shaper,
My mentor,
And my maker.
Show me another side of me.
How can you displace diversity,
In such a diverse world,
Filled with colors so vivid."
In the imagination of the Potter's house,
Who molds the clay of the unchained heart,
Filled with so many arteries of knowledge,
Pumping like the mind,
With so many senses of consciousness,
As sacred butterflies would send chills
Through my spine.
Shape me,
Thy faithful Molder.
For your word says you are
The source of all things,
So please!"
Give me a makeover,
And mend my broken pieces.
Mend my heart,
My mind,
And my soul,
As I render back to you,
My molder,
My shaper,
My mentor,
And my maker.
Show me another side of me.
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