In the Potter’s Hands

The Potter fashions with His hands
With every piece of clay
Making perfect His creation
In every kind of way
Watching and protecting
Trying not to let it fall
But if the vessel becomes broken
Will the Potter care at all?

It's still in the Potter's hands
Though it's wounded and broken
Though Satan say it's over
It can never mend again
Then the Potter's wheel
Starts spinning round
And the crumbled clay
Starts spinning once again
When finished, it's whole within
It's still in the Potter's hands

When the vessel is broken
And it's fallen to the ground
The shattered pieces all are scattered
And seem hopeless to be found
Then the Master Potter picks them up
Holds them gently in His hands
He knows exactly what to do
For He sees the Master's plan

It's still in the Potter's hands
Though it's wounded and broken
Though Satan say it's over
You can never mend again
Then the Potter's wheel
Starts spinning round
And the crumbled clay
Starts spinning once again
When finished, it's whole within
It's still in the Potter's hands

When the Potter's wheel
Starts spinning round
And the crumbled clay
Starts spinning once again
When finished, it's whole within
It's still in the Potter's hands

Oh, when finished, it's whole within
It's still in the Potter's hands