Potter and Clay

My heart is soft like fragile clay To bend and move within Your hands Emotions grow, then fade away As life is changed by Your commands For You alone, O Potter, can Make usefulness from my weak clay From dust and ashes You made man You made me who I am today And as You wisely fashion me And I am changed by what You say Unchanging truths You show to me You leave impressions that will stay And these impressions strengthen me My clay is hardened–starts to stand As You continue molding me How glad am I within Your hand! So blessed am I to be transformed Into Your vessel, pure and clean That all the wonders You preformed Within me might be clearly seen