I'm an old piece of clay
But don't throw me away
Find some use for me
Like I use to be
Make me new
Take and refine me
Gently remind me
That I am yours
And find me some chores
To do for you
Lord take me
Bend and break me
Then re-shape me
And make me
What you want me
To be
Shape and mold me
Yes even scold me
But then hold me
And comfort me
On your knee
I'm an old chunk of coal
Not valuable like gold
But still I can be
A thing of beauty
In your hand
Put pressure on me
A diamond I'll be
And I will shine
Polished and refined
To stand before man