Hands Of The Potter

Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun

Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky

Still clinging to the prodigal sun

But I'm on my way back home

Yes I'm on my way back home

Into the hands

That made the wine from the water

Into the hands

The hands of the Potter

Lord if I'm the clay that let your living water flow

Soften up my edges Lord

So everyone will know

That I'm on my way back home

Yes I'm on my way back home

And Lord when you listen for the song of my life

Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet

Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet

Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be

Lord if I'm the clay then lay me down

On your spinning wheel

Shape me into something you can fill

With something real

And I'll be on my way back home

Yes I'm on my way back home