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I Am
 
I am the servant of no man
I am the clay God holds
in His hands.
Tho man can put me in bondage
and control where and when
I walk
I sit
I run
I lay
I rise
I speak
I work
I play
I stand
The slave holder can not break the mold
in my maker's hand.
That contains the whole of who I am.
-Jan Tetstone




written 10:08 am March 15, 2019

By Heartsong

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