Lord let me be a clay

It doesn’t matter how many souls i’ve won
Or how much things i’ve accomplished
At the end of my life
They all amount to nothing
if i don’t have love
And i don’t want to live for trophies
It’s enough for me
I want to be a clay
and You are the Potter
Praise be to You.

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