The Potter and the Clay

The potter takes a piece of clay without any form
Places it on his wheel with hand's that are warm
Slowly he turns it around and around
Till the heart of the potter in his clay can be found.

You be the potter Lord I'll be your clay
Hold me and mold me into what I shoul be
Maybe by tomorrow I'll be closer to you will
Hold me mold me as I stand on your wheel

I was a piece of clay upon the potter's wheel
And oh how I longed for a touch that was real
Then Jeusus touched me and turned my life around
And where the ugly scars of sin were
Healing grace now is found

Billy Fields
P.O. Box 579
Smithville, Tn. 37166
615-597-2082