Lord,
Why am I here?
God:
To serve me.
Lord:
Why?
Because I made you.
So?
"So" says the clay to the potter. I will make something beautiful with you or you can just stay a lump of clay. A lump of clay asking, "why am I here?"
Lord, I tried to succeed, but failed. Where were you, Lord? God: I was there all along, wondering when you were going to stop trying to...
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