Lyrics
He is the potter and I am the clay
In the safety of His hands I'm being molded everyday
And I stand in wonder when I stop to think
The same hands that shaped this world are the same hands shaping me
With a word He raised the mountains
Scattered the first of the sun's rays
His hands carved the eagles wings
Hung the stars and made all things
Just think what He could do with this clay
Though it seems this useless clay will never be worth much
Everyday it's being transformed under the potter's gentle touch
And someday when it's finished it wont be useless anymore
Because it's the King of Kings who's at the wheel and I've seen His work before
With a word He raised the mountains
Scattered the first of the sun's rays
His hands carved the eagles wings
Hung the stars and made all things
Just think what He could do with this clay
Written by Emmylou Hubbard Espinoza
