Sharon Eappen

Genre: Christianity Thou art the potter, I am the clay, You lead me and guide me in all my ways. When I stop at life, when I'm in a daze, You restore and revive me with your unending grace. Thou art the potter, I am the clay, Your hands they mould me, sharpen and bend me. Open my ears let me hear, open my eyes let me see, Let all my tragedies reflect your character in me. Thou art the potter, I am the clay, Need I say more? I'm already exhausted. But what is man if the Creator doesn't mould him? For when the cat is away the mice are at play. Thou art the potter, I am the clay, My enemies have come, shall I flee? But then I look at myself and see your work, A masterpiece, shining in admiration and glee. Thou art the potter, I am the clay, My enemies have come, I will not flee. I know you're here and you will always stay, Come what may, I will testify your name! Thou art the potter, I am the clay, I have surrendered all that I am unto you Ple...