BY YOUR JARS OF CLAY
By your jars of clay,
Which sit aligned in your pottery,
Fine orange hues from graceful soil
At the mercy of your mastery
the masterly craft of divine art
mould me in your innermost nook,
aligned, sculptured, Groomed !
To stand the tsunami of hellish times,
Which mums the frail at heart
By your craft, the hill of clefts ablest
Let me find rest from all tests.
By your jars of clay,
Still my hurry!
Peak all rancour to your soothing ardour
All ills to thaw by your touching pill
No frown will crown my face
Give me your grace for every phase..
Raymond Bassey .