Potter, Potter, making clay-pot!
Did you make me misshap’n somewhat?
Was it perhaps done on purpose?
Should I blame myself for my cross?
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There are weeds in my basin,
and beautiful vines that sprout
delicious raisins.
I pray God dismay each drought
to a period only Angels understand,
that I may display the Lord's hand.
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There are weeds in my basin, and beautiful vines that sprout delicious raisins. I pray God dismay each drought to a period only Angels understand, that I may display the Lord's hand.