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taken from the earth’s depth
filthy, inert and begrimed
no definite form to being of use
just being passed by time
to its surprise a gentle Hand came
and lifted it up from all its shame
He said to it “oh what a wonderful clay”
I will make some use of you today.
He picked it up, a good portion or two
Mold it with tenderness, shaped it anew
Then laid it in sunshine, passed it through fire
He toiled until daylight, His hands never tire
The clay felt restless, “what is this all about?”
It has a lot of apprehensions and heaps of misdoubt
What is He doing, why is He is molding me?
Am I prepared to be something I’m not used to be?
But the Hand held it tight, He said “clay, do not worry”
I will be molding you to something; it won’t be long till you see
How perfect and beautiful your new life will be
You are wonderful clay and you belong to Me.
The clay stood in awe as it began to see
“Master, You loved a filthy dirt like me!”
And slowly the clay learned to be still
“Master, I trust on Your sovereign will”
filthy, inert and begrimed
no definite form to being of use
just being passed by time
to its surprise a gentle Hand came
and lifted it up from all its shame
He said to it “oh what a wonderful clay”
I will make some use of you today.
He picked it up, a good portion or two
Mold it with tenderness, shaped it anew
Then laid it in sunshine, passed it through fire
He toiled until daylight, His hands never tire
The clay felt restless, “what is this all about?”
It has a lot of apprehensions and heaps of misdoubt
What is He doing, why is He is molding me?
Am I prepared to be something I’m not used to be?
But the Hand held it tight, He said “clay, do not worry”
I will be molding you to something; it won’t be long till you see
How perfect and beautiful your new life will be
You are wonderful clay and you belong to Me.
The clay stood in awe as it began to see
“Master, You loved a filthy dirt like me!”
And slowly the clay learned to be still
“Master, I trust on Your sovereign will”