(This song is MUCH different than anything I have previously written. Hope you like it!)

https://suno.com/s/8IHA0bOg49H9ZBgN

Murray made a model out of clay one day
He molded it and fashioned it and put it on display
Buit then he found a flaw in the model he had made
So he flattened out the model and restarted with the clay

The second time the model became a lovely vase
He hardened it with fire and put it on display
But when he put some water into that little vase
It leaked and all the water was all over the place

He broke it once again, and flattened out the clay
He carefully and thoughtfully remolded that vase
His hands did the work, his feet set the pace
Once done he once again out that vase out on display

The potter is the master, the clay is his friend
His feet work the wheel round and round, and round again
His hands form the clay into his final plan
Then he puts it on display and his work is at an end

I am but a piece of clay. I am uniquely made
The potter is my God above, and I’m a simple vase
He fashions me once, and then He’ll see a little crack
Then He lovingly will break me down and shape me back again

I am His masterpiece. I am His creation
I am like a child of His, made to reach the nations
He is the master, and He does all that He can
To mold me and shape me into His perfect plan.

When He sees a flaw
When He sees a leak
When He sees that I still need a gentle little tweak
He will break me down and start the wheel again
With love He forms me over ‘til I meet His perfect plan

I am but a piece of clay. I am uniquely made
The potter is my God above, and I’m a simple vase
He fashions me once, and then He’ll see a little crack
Then He lovingly will break me down and shape me back again

His feet work the wheel
His hands form the clay
His feet make the wheel; go round and round again
He’s feet always working, His hands always forming
Not stopping for a moment just to keep me growing
He lovingly and patiently, with care and tender grace
Will take this lump of clay and make a lovely vase
I am His lovely vase
Made with grace

I am but a piece of clay. I am uniquely made
The potter is my God above, and I’m a simple vase
He fashions me once, and then He’ll see a little crack
Then He lovingly will break me down and shape me back again
With love He breaks me down and shapes me back again
All His love breaks me down and shapes me back again