Empty and Broken, I came Back to Him
A Vessel Unworthy, so scarred from 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... I am the Clay
And Molded in His Image, HE wants me to Stay.
Oh, but when I Stumble...
When I Fall... When My Vessel Breaks,
He just Picks up those Pieces,
He does not 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.
A Vessel of Honor, I Am Today,
It's all Because Jesus Didn't Throw The Clay Away.
Produced by Bryon Prichard
Engineer - Rick Sayler
Music by Glenn West, L.R.Q.,
Lumber River Quartet İCandock Studios,
İBMI, All Rights Reserved.
Directly licensed in place
For internet public performance on Alighthouse.com
Isaiah 64:8 (KJV)
But now, O Lord, thou art our father;
we are the clay, and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand.
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