The potter molds and shapes
his clay
Into the perfect vessel he desires
his clay
Into the perfect vessel he desires
to display
Placed in the centre of his wheel
Close at hand it turns at the potters
gifted skill
Pressure is applied as the molding
begins
Restarting if imperfection mar the
design he envisions
When completely satisfied in the
fire it's placed
Perfectly shaped and upon the eye
beautifully graced...
Father God Master Potter I am
your clay
Being molded and shaped the
same way
Search me - stretch me - apply
your pressure
Restart over if I do not measure
Close at hand is where I want
to stay
For only the potter guides his clay
I am never alone
Stepping out of my comfort zone
As You continually shape me
to be ALL You created me to be
Encountering the fullness of You
While my character you're working
through
Permit me see in me
Your envisioned result of beauty...
Isaiah 64 v 8: But now, O Lord, You are our Father
We are the clay and You our potter
And all we are the work of your hand
Placed in the centre of his wheel
Close at hand it turns at the potters
gifted skill
Pressure is applied as the molding
begins
Restarting if imperfection mar the
design he envisions
When completely satisfied in the
fire it's placed
Perfectly shaped and upon the eye
beautifully graced...
Father God Master Potter I am
your clay
Being molded and shaped the
same way
Search me - stretch me - apply
your pressure
Restart over if I do not measure
Close at hand is where I want
to stay
For only the potter guides his clay
I am never alone
Stepping out of my comfort zone
As You continually shape me
to be ALL You created me to be
Encountering the fullness of You
While my character you're working
through
Permit me see in me
Your envisioned result of beauty...
Isaiah 64 v 8: But now, O Lord, You are our Father
We are the clay and You our potter
And all we are the work of your hand
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