THE POTTER

THE  POTTER

 

I  don’t  know

I  couldn’t  see

How  He  could

Love  lowly  me

 

For  I  have  sinned

And  walked  away

And  turned  my  back

On  Him  each  day

 

But  still  He  came

He  came  to  me

To  save  my  life

And  set  me  free

 

Now  with  Him

I’m  starting  new

This  life  of  mine

I’ll  give  to  You

 

For  Your  the  potter

I’m  the  clay

God  come  mold  me

To  Your  way

 

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.

ISAIAH 64:6