Karen Peck Follow

In The Potter's Hands
Sue Peck/Karen Peck Music/BMI

Verse One
The potter fashions with his hands a little piece of clay
Making perfect his creation in every kind of way
Watching and protecting trying not to let it fall
But if the vessel becomes broken will the potter care at all

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It's still in the Potter's hands though it's wounded and broken
Though Satan says it's over it can never mend again
Then the Potter's wheel starts round
And the crumbled clay starts spinning once again
When finished it's whole within
It's still in the Potter's hands

Verse Two
When the vessel is broken and it's fallen to the ground
The shattered pieces all are scattered and seem hopeless to be found
Then the master potter picks them up -- holds them gently in His hands
He kows exactly what to do -- for He sees the Master's plan

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