Potter’s Clay

Down upon the shoreline
Where the nets are cast within
The open sea of givin'
Drummin' time and time again
If Peter was a sailor
Then Jesus is the Wind
Cast me down upon the water
Cast me down

A gentle harp to sooth the kings
Of madness come and gone
A prophet's simple poem
Lastin' now so long
If David was a singer
Then Jesus is the Song
Cast me down upon the water
Cast me down

I'm like a stone thrown
Through the sеa I'm fallin'
And the waves all mold me as thеy may
To be up borne
And then to hear the callin', yes
That I'm still, still the Potter's clay

The seeds have all been scattered
And the harvest has begun
To bale us all in beauty
Gathered now as one
If I am but a farmer
Then Jesus is the Son
Cast me down upon the water
Cast me down

I'm like a stone thrown
Through the sea I'm fallin'
And the waves all mold me as they may
To be reborn
And then to hear the callin'
I'm still, still the Potter's clay
I'm still the Potter's clay