O Lord, You are our Father. We are the clay, You are the potter, we are all the work of Your hand. (But we turn) things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, "He did not make me?" Can the pot say of the potter, "He knows nothing?" (Isaiah 64:8, 29:16)
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