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I Am Only Clay.

2/16/2021

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I Am Only Clay

I am only clay,
empty, dry, and poor;
looking for life’s way,
I knock on Your door.

I am only clay,
needy, marred and weak,
asking You each day,
in my life to speak.

I am only clay,
to You I must come;
fashion me I pray,
I yearn to become.

I am only clay,
make me as You will;
help me not to sway;
cause me to be still.

I am only clay,
sitting at Your feet;
I am here to stay,
oh, You are so sweet.

I am only clay,
in the Potter’s hand;
to me come what may,
I will firmly stand.

I am only clay,
made whole by Your word;
and now this I say,
I’m glad You’re my Lord.

By Ernst Louis
From my book Never Alone
​(Poetry Meets Faith)

“O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter?” saith the LORD. “Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.”

Jeremiah 18:6 KJV
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God Blessed the Negroes, too.

2/3/2021

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As black bodies hung like ornaments for all to see,
like children gathered around a Christmas tree,
the torturers gleefully watched until they grew bored;
or until finally severed was the silver cord.

From the blood soaked ground of yesteryears,
heard are their screams and seen are their tears.
They endured unimaginable horror and pain,
but God has blessed them with unimaginable gain.


Like torrents, like rivers, like gentle streams,
we carry forward their hopes and their dreams.
Providentially we now have a seat at the table;
indeed–we sit in high places, for we–too–are able.


“Some” still treat us as if our lives have no worth,
wanting us to think we’re the least of the earth.
More of us get locked up long enough to die,
still as ONE we shine like stars in the night sky.
(Echo) still as ONE we shine like stars in the night sky.


So, to our strong Negroes, our own brave heroes,
the falsely accused who took the cruelest blows,
we humbly and gratefully pay our sincerest homage,
for their unforgettable sacrifice and undeniable courage.


© Poem & illustration by Ernst Louis
​From my book Never Alone (Poetry Meets Faith)

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