I am a Skilled Potter Lyrics

Turn by turn upon the wheel, each vessel takes its form

Some shapes make the spirit feel, while others break the norm

The clay must flow both smooth and true, before its shape can shine

Years of wisdom taught me who can stand the firing line

Not every look that fills our hands deserves to reach the kiln

Some forms would make the clay expand, while others make us still

The potter's touch has learned to know, which shapes will serve us best

Feel the clay and test each turn, wisdom as we spin

Some forms we must learn, some we can't begin

Potter's wisdom shows me clear, which forms to make or break

Not every vessel drawing near, is one we ought to take

Each spinning must reveal its truth, through changes yet unknown

Some shapes simply need more truth, while others feel like home

I am the master of this clay, shaping day by day

Knowing which forms to save, which to turn away

Some parts rise while others fall, that's how creating grows

When you're master of it all, you choose what shows

Let some forms go

Each morning brings fresh clay to face, new forms to contemplate

Some pieces need a gentle grace, while others have to wait

The wisdom lies in feeling when to press and when to ease

For in this dance of now and then, some forms our hearts will please

Like reading ripples in the clay, we learn which shapes to trust

The master knows which forms will stay, and which return to dust

Through careful practice year by year, the shaping grows more sure

Not every form our hands create, should survive the fire

The wisdom of each vessel's fate, shows what we require

For in the balance of each piece, true beauty will appear

When wisdom guides what we release, the purpose becomes clear

Some vessels crack within the flame, while others shine so bright

But wisdom knows which ones to name, and which will serve us right

I am the master of this clay, shaping day by day

Knowing which forms to save, which to turn away

Some parts rise while others fall, that's how creating grows

When you're master of it all, you choose what shows

Let some forms go

With practiced hands upon this wheel, each choice becomes more clear

Some vessels make our purpose real, while others just disappear

But knowledge of the clay has shown, what time has always known

In this space where art has grown, true mastery shows

Each turning guides our careful way, through every form and fold

Not every piece we shape today, should join our final hold

With practiced hands upon this wheel, each choice becomes more clear

Some vessels make our purpose real, while others just disappear

But knowledge of the clay has shown, what time has always known

In this space where art has grown, true mastery shows

Each turning guides our careful way, through every form and fold

Not every piece we shape today, should join our final hold

Through every form and fold

Not every piece we shape today, should join our final hold