I’m like a jar of clay that can easily become cracked
I must release this suitcase of deadweight that I have packed
I need Your hands to mold me and bring my soul to life
I’m finding strength in You for you’re the greatest sacrifice

I’m ready for your healing hands to carve me into a man
Someone who no longer spiritually starves and knows he can
Engage upon a lifelong journey that will truly serve to bless
While we seek to understand our Lord who I humbly confess

I want more of You in my life and need to rely on less of me
I need Your guidance so I can become the man you want to see
Though I’m just a piece of worthless clay to everyone around
There’s a substance deep inside my heart that I already found

Clay can become hardened like our hearts that need to break
But other times it’s soft like cookies when we let them bake
What will it all come down to if we don’t let the Potter mold?
Will we get on fire for a short while then spiritually grow cold?

How do you think Adam and Eve would have perceived this place?
A world with such luscious temptations that we all have to face
Would they have been disgusted by this wasteland that we made?
Or would it be like the fall of Eden when Eve truly disobeyed

I am trying to find a way to overcome the world’s stronghold
But my human flesh is too weak to resist all that I must unload
Is my clay molding starting to crack or is that my soul screaming?
Is it being kilned by fire as it gets hotter to fuel the steaming?

Are you running with a sobbing heart that is tearing open a crater?
Will your mold become ruined only to turn into something new later?
Are you real in your walk or just a prototype designed for man’s control?
Who will you become if you don’t let God shape your life and soul?

What will you fill this void with if the hole keeps getting wider?
Do you dream up wonders and spread your arms out like a glider?
As your mind fails to distinguish between a dream and reality
What will become of this world that we let our pleasured eyes see?

Our home here will disappear like a flash of light before our eyes
The potter has a kingdom of marvelous sights up in the heavenly skies
We are fragile beings and these clay moldings need a lot of love
So find trust in the Potter’s hand as He looks from His throne above