Empty and broken I came back to him
Vessel unworthy, so scarred with sin
But he did not despair,
he started over again and I bless
the day he didn't throw the clay away.
(Over and over he molds me and makes me,
into his likeness, he fashions the clay.
A Vessel of honour I am today,
all because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.)
He is the Potter and I am the clay,
molded in his image he wants me to stay.
When I stumble and fall and my vessel breaks,
he just picks up the pieces he doesn't throw the clay away
Over and over he molds me and makes me, into his likeness,
he fashions the clay.
A Vessel of honour I am today,
all because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.
A Vessel of honour I. aaaam todaaayyy,
all because Jesus didn't throw the clay away.

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