THE REAL YOU

Boy, you ain't no lump of clay;God made you it is true—but He didn't make you that way.You know the dream you told me about?Not the one where you was under the house,and every time you tried to get outit just got lower and lower and lower,and every time you saw an opening you crawledto it and was almost crushed into the ground.I mean the recurring dreams,where you could take flight and soarand soar almost out of sight.This one comes nearer the truth of beingthan any others you been seeing,'cause no true part of mancan be found down there in that sand."'Tis writ on earth, on leaf and flower:Love hath one race, one realm, one power." Poems by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 22. Love made spiritual man and that man is you.Now you see why I keep telling you, this way,you ain't no lump of clay.You say you want your own identity?There is no materiality,you have a divine reality.Man,you ain't no lump of clay.

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