Man, each of us
held in the Potter’s hands
the stuff of clay only
held in God’s hands
Children of the King
sheep of his flock
even when we rebel
stray into the dark
Called by our Shepherd
back into the fold
God’s arms open wide
when we come back home
His grace alone
nothing we deserve
brings us into the family
brothers, sisters with our
Lord
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edited August 28, 2014
The Stuff of Clay – v2
April 24, 2010
The Stuff of Clay
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