God is the potter
We are the clay
All of us different
He planned it that way.
Some of us teachers
Some of us preach
All are important
The lost we must reach.
We all have a gift
To be used for our King
Your gift might be mercy
Anothers to sing.
Some are the planners
They see things to do
Follow their leading
They need me and you.
Brenda Edwards
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