by malachi456 » Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:12 am
Empty and broken, I came back to Him
A vessel unworthy, so scarred by 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 He makes me,
Into His image, 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
Molded in His image, He wants me to stay.
But when I stumble and fall and my vessel breaks,
He just picks up those pieces,
He doesn't throw the clay away...
Over and over, He molds me and He makes me,
Into His image, He fashions the clay.
A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.
God bless
Caleb
Empty and broken, I came back to Him
A vessel unworthy, so scarred by 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 He makes me,
Into His image, 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
Molded in His image, He wants me to stay.
But when I stumble and fall and my vessel breaks,
He just picks up those pieces,
He doesn't throw the clay away...
Over and over, He molds me and He makes me,
Into His image, He fashions the clay.
A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.
God bless
Caleb
