Come To Me With Your Molding Hands. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Come To Me With Your Molding Hands.

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God Almighty,
bless me today
with the gift
of your Divine Presence.

You are the creator of my soul.

Touch my heart today.

Come to me
with your molding hands.
Shape me as you will.

Come To Me With Your Molding Hands.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: blessing,god,mold,soul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 28 October 2018

YOU are the Creator of my soul! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Susheela Shiju 20 October 2018

beautiful prayer dear Tony! u deserve the best 10

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