How many times have I been watching for miracles
Instead of just watching for You
How many times have I missed Your whispers
'Cause I'm too loud to hear You speak quietly
How many times have I stood in the sunlight
Complaining that it's too dark
How many times have You shaken Your head
In disgust at my unbelieving heart
I don't want to know
How many times has my pride got the best of me
Causing more harm than good
How many times have I tried to have it all together
The way that every little Christian should
How many souls are lost and dying
Because of something I did or did not do
How many times have I tried to have all the answers
When the only answer is You
You are the answer
To everything there is to know
Who am I to question
That You are who You say You are
When I am still me
How many times have I stood on a big, bright stage
And tried to say all the right things
How many times could I not wait for the music to stop
So I could go back to living like me
How many times have I spat upon
Your blood that was spilt for me
How many times have You looked past who I am
To see who You are making me to be
You are the potter
And I am just Your talking lump of clay
But You must have found something worth shaping
'Cause You have yet to throw me away
Oh, what is a lump of clay
That it would instruct the potter
Still I ask You to mold me this day
Into the image of the Father
Teach me to be clay