In The Potter's Hands

Our life is but clay in the Potter's hands for we are His to shape as His will commands.
We place ourselves on the Potter's wheel each time in prayer we do humbly kneel.
Only in the hands of the Potter will the clay be pure and the vessel formed stand the oven's cure.
The clay remains soft in the hands of the Potter for He is the source of Living Water.
The handling of the clay shouldn't concern us much; there is no other like the Potter's touch.
In His hands of compassion , if we'll abide, the vessel formed will become His Bride.