Oh Lord my God,
give me the words to say.
Your eye is on the sparrow
And you see my heart of clay.
Though I am weak...
I'm in the Potter's hand.
I cannot understand.
My Savior sees ...
each move I make down here.
He feels my deepest heartache
and He knows my doubt and fear.
I am the clay ...
He's molding with a plan.
Lord, help me understand.
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My Savior knows ...
All things my Lord doth know.
His hands stretched out the Heavens
and brought forth all things below.
His eyelids search; ...
He tries the heart of man.
He is the Great I AM.