The Potter


God, You are the Potter and I am the clay
So mold me and make me a little each day
I want others through me to see
The beautiful person You would have me to be
Not beauty without but beauty within
Because "God don't make junk" Satan makes it with sin
I've been through a difficult life
and it's caused me a whole lot of strife
At times I've felt like a ship that's been sunk
Because Satan had convinced me that I was junk
I know that Satan is to blame
for all the times that I've felt shame
Because I wasn't as good as anyone else
So God, I give myself back to You
Because it's You who I really belong to
So take me in Your loving hand
Because You are the only one who can
And repair the damage that Satan has done
Because this is one soul he hasn't won

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