The Potter’s Hands

The Potter's wheel is turning, He has something in his hand

Clay somebody's discarded, it's Just a throwaway man

Just a piece of flesh and bone, that never seemed to win

Broken in so many places, overwhelmed by his sin

The Potter's hands are bleeding, as he gently works the clay

But sharp and broken pieces, cut him anyway

What does he see, in that wasted clay,

That we would have all thrown away

If you had the eyes of the Potter, you would also see

There's no such thing as a throwaway man, in the eyes of eternity

Wait do, you see how it's yielding, to the touch of the Potter's hand

Do my eyes believe what they're seeing, it looks like a brand new man

If you had the eyes of the Potter, you would also see

There's no such thing as a throwaway man, in the eyes of eternity

What does he see, in that wasted clay,

That we would have all thrown away