The Potter's Hand

In the clay of this life, so marred and rough,I feel Your touch, gentle, strong, and tough.You mold me, shape me, with a master's care,In Your hands, I find my prayer

In the Potter's hand, I'm being made new,Transformed by love, by grace, by You.For Your word says"But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand" In Your hands, I'll stand, forever true

When I falter, when I fall,You pick me up, make me whole.With every turn, every press,Your love, my life, You bless

In the Potter's hand, I'm being made new,Transformed by love, by grace, by You.For Your word says"But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand" In Your hands, I'll stand, forever true

Spin me, shape me, as You will,Your purpose in me, to fulfill.Through the fire, through the wheel,In Your design, I'll yield

As the vessel forms, I see Your plan,A work of art, crafted by Your hand.In every detail, in every line,Your love, Your grace, forever mine