Thou art the potter, I am the clay

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
Please assure me this phase will pass, my soul is tired,
May I always take shelter beneath your wings.

Thou art the potter, I am the clay,
You've taken me from nothing and moulded me
Into an art, a work of brilliance,
And by your word, I am set free.

Thou art the potter, I am the clay,
The ways you show your love, I cannot say.
Without you my life is meaningless,
Sweet my Lord, I live for thee!

(Written for a youth competition in a preparation time of about 20 minutes.)