The clay knows God’s plans
I know you love me
and you have a plan, for me
And I know, they are plans for good,
Not for calamity
to give me a future and a hope
I need to put my hope in you
So I don’t despair.
The Potter wants to process the clay
You show me, where you wanna take me
You then take me back, from the beginning
To start with me, from the beginning
To walk the walk, with me
I know you, have work for me
I am fully aware that, I am not perfect
And I know, I am a work in progress
You are the potter, I am the clay
I know…I know….
The process Ain’t easy
I know the process,
A process; that ain’t easy for me
The kneading, the molding , the fire
In a great house are many vessels
Some to honor and some to dishonor
But I want to be that vessel of honor
Fit, for the Master’s use
I know….I know…..
Purge me O Lord
I wanna become a vessel of honor
A living sacrifice, holy
And acceptable unto you.
A career, of your goodness in all purity
That I do know so well.
Here I am