Empty and broken, I came back to Him

A vessel unworthy, so scarred with sin

But He did not despair, He started over again

And I bless the day, He didn't throw the clay away.


Over and over, He molds me And makes me

Into His likeness, He fashions the clay

A vessel of honor, I am today

All because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.



He is the Potter and I am the clay

Molded in His image He wants me to stay

But when I stumble and fall and my vessel breaks

He just picks up the pieces,

He doesn't throw the clay away.


Over and over, He molds me And makes me

Into His likeness, He fashions the clay

A vessel of honor, I am today

All because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.

“We are the clay, You are the Potter;
we are all the work of Your hand.” Isaiah 64:8

 

Have Thine own way, Lord!  Have Thine own way!

Thou art the Potter;  I am the clay.

Mould me and make me....After Thy will,

While I am waiting,  Yielded and still.