Mold me, make me

Mold me, make me, wake me

and when I'm lost find me, 

confined me and shelter me.

Control and protect my path,

lead me only to you and away

from the wrath. 

Fill me with dreams of you hide

and eradicate the thoughts

that are not true or of you. 

Guide my path and continue to 

warm my heart.

Our father, the art of heaven,

the significant thoughts of my

life and the true reason I write. 

Mold me, make me and when

I fall asleep please wake me.

Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012

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