While pondering the man I am,
And how I came to be,
I thought of many scriptures
That shed light, that I might see.

And so while reading Genesis,
How God formed Adam's frame,
And how my Grandpa came from dust.
Oh my, am I the same?

But then I read what God had said,
Be fruitful, Multiply!
So Eve with Adam's help Begat,
Then down the road, came I.

So even, As with Adam's clan,
We too can procreate,
But only God could start with dust,
And then form Adam's Mate.

And as I ponder what He's done,
With only breath and dust,
I stand amazed at such great love
He gave creating us.

God is the Master Potter,
Yes, from dust he formed a man.
Like pots our bodies hold our souls,
We all are, of His Hand.

And so I know just who I am
And how I came to be.
I know the Master Potter lives,
I know that he loves me.



© James O'Brien
Feb. 26 2008

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