I took a plastic clay
And idly formed it one day
And as my fingers pressed it still
It moved and yielded at my will
I came again when days were past
The form I gave it still it bore
And as my finger pressed it still
I could change that form no more
I took a piece of living clay
And gently formed it day by day
Andmolded with my power and art
A young child's soft and yielding heart
I came again when days were gone
It was a man I looked upon
He still that early impress bore
And I could change it never more
~ Author Unknown ~
shared at the Homecoming Conference
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