The Potter’s Hand
Bro. Pinkston
Rejoicing in humility
Experiencing His great Hand
Working on my behalf
Molding this lump of clay
Chorus
Molded by the Potter’s Hand
Molded on the wheel of love
Molded by the Potter’s Hand
He’s the Potter and I’m the clay
I looked in the mirror and saw myself
A broken and contrite spirit
Fortified by His Mercy
Marred in the Potter’s Hand
Repeat Chorus
More precious than pure gold
The trials you send my way
I will worship and give you praise
Honor and glory always to you
Repeat Chorus
I’m sculpted by the Sculptor
It’s Grace to be His matching piece
He’s the Potter and I’m the clay x3