It is not I who shapes God
It is God who shapes me up
According to the best shape for me.
Yes I am God’s handiwork
and with fear and trembling
I await her hand in forming me.
I realize there is a time for everything
and God’s hand is kind and gentle
and just and merciful.
So, I must be flexible
and ready to never be the same
as I become one with God’s will.
With confidence
I go the Way opens
And thank God for her imprint.