In the Potter’s Hands

Lyrics

The Potter fashions with His hands With every piece of clay Making perfect His creation In every kind of way Watching and protecting Trying not to let it fall But if the vessel becomes broken Will the Potter care at all? It's still in the Potter's hands Though it's wounded and broken Though Satan say it's over It can never mend again Then the Potter's wheel Starts spinning round And the crumbled clay Starts spinning once again When finished, it's whole within It's still in the Potter's hands When the vessel is broken And it's fallen to the ground The shattered pieces all are scattered And seem hopeless to be found Then the Master Potter picks them up Holds them gently in His hands He knows exactly what to do For He sees the Master's plan It's still in the Potter's hands Though it's wounded and broken Though Satan say it's over You can never mend again Then the Potter's wheel Starts spinning round And the crumbled clay Starts spinning once again When finished, it's whole within It's still in the Potter's hands When the Potter's wheel Starts spinning round And the crumbled clay Starts spinning once again When finished, it's whole within It's still in the Potter's hands Oh, when finished, it's whole within It's still in the Potter's hands