Lyrics of “Clay In His Hands” by Jessie Clark Funk
There are times we all feel unimportant.
There are times we feel we have nothing there to give.
That our lives ride on waves upon the ocean
Tossing to and fro, no compass from within.
Chorus
But our Lord, Our Father, we are the clay, He Is the Potter
We are the work of His hands.
We are Clay in His Hands
Centered on the wheel.
As the wheel spins, the Potter molds,
Creating something beautiful.
We are clay in His hands
All we can become is shaped by the Master
That’s where his finest work is done.
At times along the way, there will be refining.
As flaws appear that weaken from within.
If we are pliable and trust in the Master’s hand
They can disappear as though they’ve never been.
Because our Lord, Our Father, we are the clay, He is the potter
We are the work of His hand.
We are clay in His hands
Centered on the wheel.
As the wheel spins, the Potter molds,
Creating something beautiful.
We are clay in His hands
All we can become is shaped by the Master
That’s where his finest work is done.
Holding strong, even through fire.
Holding strong, even through fire.
All our strength it will require.
All our strength it will require.
As God’s vessel we emerge
As God’s vessel we emerge.
With lasting beauty we will endure.
We will endure
Chorus Repeats
Recommended reading on being Clay in the Master’s Hands here.
