The Potter
A lump of clay in the Master's hand
Creation waiting to be
Moulded by love for His perfect will
One of a kind that's me.
Out of the clay he created me
He created me unique
Then with His breath He breathed in me
And I began to speak.
So from His wisdom He created me
He created me today
For He is the potter
And I am that lump of clay.
So next time you look in a mirror
A wonderful person you'll see
For out of that clay He made you that way
What a wonderful God is He.
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