It occurs to me that we're all broken bits of clay without His healing, molding hands
Alex Stangl played all the guitar parts.
Cyndie Mace played all else and sang.
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Copyright: August 25, 2005Cyndie Mace/FeeferAllie Productions
Verse 1
This vessel?s cracked, this life is torn
The pigments gone, the edges worn
Useless and void, Ugly and plain
Broken, alone, struggling again
Yet You reaches down, and picks up this dirt
Patch the holes, heal up the hurt
Chorus
Let me be Your clay
Mold me in your pure reflection
Shape me my Lord
Complete and whole in your protection
Empty and deep to fill with Your ways
Fired and glazed my full heart ablaze
This I pray Let me be Your Clay.
Verse 2
This worlds just spins on, Like a potters wheel
But the center?s not true, and it?s truth is not real
My Spirits Yearning for hope, yet hopeless and lost
Scattered and blown, twisted and tossed
Shapeless fragments of clay, needing your flame
Mended and whole by the warmth of Your name
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