Murray made a model out of clay one day He molded it and fashioned it and put it on display But then he found a flaw in the model he had made So he flattened out the model and restarted with the clay The second time the model became a lovely vase He hardened it with fire and put it on display But when he put some water into that little vase It leaked and all the water was all over the place He broke it once again, and flattened out the clay He carefully and thoughtfully remolded that vase His hands did the work, his feet set the pace Once done he once again put that vase out on display The potter is the master, the clay is his friend His feet work the wheel round and round, and round again His hands form the clay into his final plan Then he puts it on display and his work is at an end I am but a piece of clay. I am uniquely made The potter is my God above, and I’m a simple vase He fashions me once, and then He’ll see a little crack Then He lovingly will break me down and shape me back again I am His masterpiece. I am His creation I am like a child of His, made to reach the nations He is the master, and He does all that He can To mold me and shape me into His perfect plan. When He sees a flaw When He sees a leak When He sees that I still need a gentle little tweak He will break me down and start the wheel again With love He forms me over ‘til I meet His perfect plan I am but a piece of clay. I am uniquely made The potter is my God above, and I’m a simple vase He fashions me once, and then He’ll see a little crack Then He lovingly will break me down and shape me back again His feet work the wheel His hands form the clay His feet make the wheel go round and round again His feet are always working, His hands are always forming Not stopping for a moment just to keep me growing He lovingly and patiently, with care and tender grace Will take this lump of clay and make a lovely vase I am His lovely vase Made with grace I am but a piece of clay. I am uniquely made The potter is my God above, and I’m a simple vase He fashions me once, and then He’ll see a little crack Then He lovingly will break me down and shape me back again With love He breaks me down and shapes me back again All His love breaks me down and shapes me back again
