"Hands of the Potter" as written by and Randall Goodgame....
Lord if I'm the clay
Then I've been left out in the sun
Cracked and dry, like the mud from the sty
Still clinging to the prodigal son

But I'm on my way back home
Yes I'm on my way back home

Into the hands
That made wine from the water
Into the hands
The hands of the potter

Lord if I'm the clay then
Let your living water flow
Soften up my edges, Lord,
So everyone will know

But 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...

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


Lyrics submitted by wisewhiz

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