‘A PUPPET OF CLAY’

‘A PUPPET OF CLAY’
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Often, as I look through my old window
Wonder, from where does this wind blow
There must be someone who made trees
And then made them move to and fro
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Often as I look into the burning sun
I start to think of HIM, the Greatest One
HE is the creator and protector of all!
I am the creator and protector of none!
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HE gave me eyes to see HIS grace
HE gave me a tongue just to praise
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Today, as I think of my bad deeds
All selfish talks and my worldly greeds
My eyes get filled with tears and shame
With pain and sorrow, my heart bleeds
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For how long in this world will I stay?
Surely, I’ll hve to leave one day
With the passge of time, I’ve realized
I m nothing but a puppet of clay!