Upon a potter's wheel
sits the clay
still moist and supple
awaiting the
Creator's gentle touch.
Without form wondering
pondering its fate
upon first awakening
to life's initial
hope filled thoughts.
Of terra firma's dust
flesh was formed
by divine immortal
hands did man's
design first take shape.
Adam is quickened
a living being
became, stands up
breathing his
first breath of life.
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Author Notes
Gen 2:7
And the Lord God formed the man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and the man became a living being.
Isa 64:8
And now, O God, You are our Father. We are the clay, and you our potter. And we are all the work of your hand.
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