Like clay within the potter's hands,
I'm molded by Your perfect plans,
Shape my heart, shape my soul,
In Your love, You make me whole.
O Lord, You are the Potter, I am clay,
In Your hands, I'll never stray,
You formed my life from dust to man,
Guide me, Lord, with Your gentle hand.
When life feels broken, shattered through,
I turn to You to make me new,
In every trial, in every storm,
In Your hands, I'll be transformed.
O Lord, You are the Potter, I am clay,
In Your hands, I'll never stray,
You formed my life from dust to man,
Guide me, Lord, with Your gentle hand.
You're shaping me, You're molding me,
Into the vessel I should be,
With every turn of Your great plan,
I trust the work of Your hands.
O Lord, You are the Potter, I am clay,
In Your hands, I'll never stray,
You formed my life from dust to man,
Guide me, Lord, with Your gentle hand.