Hands Of The Potter – Caedmon’s Call – letras

Lord if I’m the clayThen i’ve been left out in the sunCracked and dry, like the mud from the styStill clinging to the prodigal sonBut I’m on my way back homeYes I’m on my way back homeInto the hands (into the hands)That made wine (wine) from the waterInto the hands (into the hands)The hands of the potterLord if i’m the clay thenLet your living water flowSoften up my edges, lord,So everyone will knowBut i’m on my way back homeYes i’m on my way back homeAnd Lord, when you listen for the song of my lifeLet it be, let it be, a song so sweetLet it be, let it be, a song so sweetLet it be…Lord, if i’m the clay then lay me downOn your spinning wheelShape me into something you can fillWith something realAnd I’ll be on my way back homeYes i’m on my way back home