Hands Of The Potter

<br>Lord if i`m the clay<br>Then i`ve been left out in the sun<br>Cracked and dry, like the mud from the sty<br>Still clinging to the prodigal son<br><br>But I`m on my way back home<br>Yes I`m on my way back home<br><br>Into the hands (into the hands)<br>That made wine (wine) from the water<br>Into the hands (into the hands)<br>The hands of the potter<br><br>Lord if i`m the clay then<br>Let your living water flow<br>Soften up my edges, lord,<br>So everyone will know<br><br>But i`m on my way back home<br>Yes i`m on my way back home<br><br>And Lord, when you listen for the song of my life<br>Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet<br>Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet<br>Let it be...<br><br>Lord, if i`m the clay then lay me down<br>On your spinning wheel<br>Shape me into something you can fill <br>With something real<br><br>And I`ll be on my way back home<br>Yes i`m on my way back home