HE STILL WORKING ON ME
TO MAKE ME
WHAT I OUGHT TO BE.
IT TOOK HIM JUST A WEEK TO
MAKE THE MOON AND STARS
THE SUN AND THE EARTH AND
JUPITER AND MARS,
HOW LOVING AND PATIENT HE
MUST BE, HE'S STILL WORKING ON ME.
There really ought to be a sign upon my heart
Don't judge him yet, there's an unfinished part
But I'll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands
In the mirror of His word
Reflections that I see
Makes me wonder why He never gave up on me
He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the potter; I'm the clay
TO MAKE ME
WHAT I OUGHT TO BE.
IT TOOK HIM JUST A WEEK TO
MAKE THE MOON AND STARS
THE SUN AND THE EARTH AND
JUPITER AND MARS,
HOW LOVING AND PATIENT HE
MUST BE, HE'S STILL WORKING ON ME.
There really ought to be a sign upon my heart
Don't judge him yet, there's an unfinished part
But I'll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands
In the mirror of His word
Reflections that I see
Makes me wonder why He never gave up on me
He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the potter; I'm the clay
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