I realized I'm blessed cause I once was broken.
A vessel of honor, I want to be.
Continue to make me what I could not see.
You are the potter and I am the clay.
CHORUS
You are the potter, I am the clay.
Give me your form Lord, have your way.
Shape and mold me by the means of your hands.
Cause you are the potter and I am the clay
Submitted by Joanne Michel
You are the potter
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Monday, September 17, 2012
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You are the potter
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