I was a bit of clay, molded by loving
hands,
And everything I am, all that I became,
Began with a simple plan,
It started when you put your hands in
the Master's hand.
You taught me how to pray, your life in
every way;
Even the games we'd play, and your
stories of Jesus
I was a bit of clay, molded by loving
hands,
And everything I am, all that I became,
Began with a simple plan,
It started when you put your hands in
the Master's hand.
And the wheel keeps on turning, day
after day;
And now the Master Potter molds the
clay.
You let your work be done by the power
of the Son,
Now it's time for me to say.
Where is the bit of clay to be molded
by my loving hands?
The lessons that you gave opened up the
way and
Showed me the Master's plan;
Now it's time to put my hand in the
Master's hand.