Drop by drop
I drip away
Into the mold
In your arms...
To become that
Man you dream to be.
The Potter in you
Have broken me...
I melt into
A boundless sea
You will sail
To your dreams
Drip by drip.
My waves will
Not yield to the
Enchanting seabreeze
To grieve you.
And if I must sink
Your boat my child
It will be to have
You walk on water
Before the host of heavenlies.
You will sing like a hopeful
Pirate at the sight of treasure Island.
You have the mold -
For all of mine you desire.
I'm just wax
Fitting into whichever shape.
I'm wax
You're mold my child.
The purpose of our God
Will rise like the sun
And I?
I will drip away
Like I've always dreamt
My little one.
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