God didn't ask me if I wanted to be <br />Black, white or yellow. <br />God didn't ask me where I wanted to be <br />Hill, sea or meadow. He molded clay, concerted symphony, <br />Beast, plant and person. <br />He chose my right place for harmony <br />Mid tide and season. God Said to love all with amity. <br />No one is greater. <br />Share, save the world's destiny. <br />Keep peace forever.<br /><br />Doris Snyder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/molded-clay/
