A Child Like Clay

A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day.
With right values,  he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.

A child like clay adapts the form,
He bends and follows as one leads.
To what is True he will conform
Absorbing the Wisdom that he needs.

A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing Wrong he is always  prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.

A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation,  born from Forgiveness





'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
  he who hates correction will die.'
 
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines

Author's Note

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Reviews

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This was so well thought out and I loved it!!! Beautiful expression :)

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you lynn - appreciate the comment. :-)