The Potter’s Hands

I'm just clay on the potter's wheel Cracked and broken, hard to heal But the master shapes with steady hands His perfect purpose, his perfect plans In the potter's hands I'll stay Mold me, Lord, your perfect way Though I stumble, though I fall Your love restores it all Shattered pieces don't scare you away You make me new every single day From the dust you form something true A vessel of honor made by you In the potter's hands I'll stay Mold me, Lord, your perfect way Though I stumble, though I fall Your love restores it all Take my weakness, take my scars Shape them into who you are Your fingerprints remain in me A work of grace for all to see Break me, mold me, start again Your mercy writes what might have been I'll trust your plan, I'll trust your way In the potter's hands I'll always stay In the potter's hands I'll stay Mold me, Lord, your perfect way Though I stumble, though I fall Your love restores it all In the potter's hands I'll stay