Man of Clay

You’re the Potter,

I’m the clay. Know I gotta, try to pray.

Dunno whatta, need to say.

But I’m gonna, try today.

You made me, a man of clay.

You saved me, going astray.

Gently mould me, make me your way.

You change my clay, to DNA.

You gave me music, to dance and play.

You gave me choice, I like reggae.

In my old days, when I decay.

Still show the way, you’re my YAHWEH!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Feel the centre, of my pain.

Am I meant to, go in sane?

You see my thoughts, inside my brain.

You hear me, when I complain.

You forgive me, for every stain.

Help me to retrain, gain sanity again.

Transform my brain, like a hurricane!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Need to know, what is my purpose?

Why do people, try to hurt us?

What is my purpose, I’m just curious?

Feel like a clown, think I’ll join the circus?

When I feel down, am I just surplus?

Look at my frown, will you cure us?

You restore us, as you’re for us!

You paid the price, made the purchase!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Do you want me, to be unique?

Trace round my outline, on a sheet?

A cardboard cut-out, to follow the sheep.

Am I invisible, walking down the street.

Day after day, rinse, spin, repeat.

When you see me, am I just meat?

Out of time, missed a beat.

Speak to me, send a tweet!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

I’m a clay man, what is my fate?

When clay dries, it’s easy to break.

Have you tried, to break a plate.

So in my, dried out state.

Go easy on me, for my sake.

Please still mould me, it’s not too late.

There’s still time, to clean my slate.

Even for me, this reprobate!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Dunno whatta, need to say.

But I’m gonna, try today.

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Brendan Conboy

On the sixth day, God created mankind in his own image, therefore, he created creators! I have been creating for my entire life. Like many small children, I used to create and live out my own fantasies in play (often quite constructive and ingenious). Creativity has filled every corner of my working life, firstly in engineering, then construction, before settling into charity development and youth work. As a youth worker, I used creativity every day, but especially in helping to shape and form the lives of young people. It reminds me that God is the Potter, and he moulds and forms us all, just like clay (Isaiah 64:8). Now, in my latter years, I have returned to the storytelling of my youth, and I love to use all the skills and tools I have gained on my journey of life. I have over 40 years of experience in business and charity development, mainly in in three areas, income generation, communication, and governance. Though I do still offer advice in these areas, my passion is in communication and to communicate creatively and artistically in as many ways possible, but especially in poetry. The Book of Psalms in Rhyme, is perhaps the most exciting writing project that I have every been involved in and it is scheduled to be published in August 31 2021. As I started listening to God and working on this project, I felt God saying to me, "Everything else that you have done before now, was in preparation for this". All 150 of the Psalms were written to be sung out loud and that really is the best way to read this book, out loud. This rhyming translation I have written is accurate and extremely easy to read. A sample of them is presented here.

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