At times when I kneel before the Lord
I hardly know what to say.
That's when He whispers, "I am the Potter
in my hands you are only the clay."

Sometimes the storms may sweep my life
but the wind cannot blow me astray.
I am always safe, sheltered by love
in His hands I am only the clay.

Only clay, only clay,
made up of dirt, dust, and sand.
Only clay, only clay,
made perfect by the Master's hand.

Darkness may fall and shadow the sun
as I look I can still see a ray.
That's when I know that all is well
in His hands I am only the clay.

When He is finished molding my soul
and I am safely carried away.
Lessons that I've learned will be worth it all
when I meet the Potter on that day.

Only clay, only clay,
made up of dirt, dust, and sand.
Only clay, only clay,
made perfect by the Master's hand.

Only clay, only clay,
made perfect by the Master's hand.

Written by Eddie Roush © 2009
Eddiemaryroush@aol.com
Vocal and Music by: Adam Borden
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