I am a lump of clay, br and you are the potter; br Though I am a tool in your hands, br you love me and give various shapes. br br Don't make me a toy, br used for children's joy; br For they will tamper with, br my beauty and injure me. br br Don't make me an idol, br worshipped by people; br Coz they might desecrate me br when all I want is holiness. br br Don't make me a decorative piece br used to embellish museums; br for toadies would flatter me br and lavish me with unwanted praise.