He Didn't Throw the Clay Away (2)

Empty and broken, I came back to Him

A vessel unworthy, so scarred from sin.

But He did not despair, He started over again

And I bless the day He didn't throw the clay away.

Over and over, He molds me and makes me,

Into His likeness, He fashions the clay.

A vessel of honor, I am today,

All because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.

He is the Potter, and I am the clay

Molded in His image, He wants me to stay.

But when I stumble,

When I fall, and my vessel breaks,

He just picks up the all pieces,

He never throw the clay away.

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