Clay in His Hands

I love this song, and there isn't much to explain the words say it all.
We go through all of these things in life to mold us to who are supposed to become. Only God knows what we need to become and we can't go through life without Him.
And countless times I know I haven't been centered enough in the Gospel and every time I struggle more then usually it's usually becomes i'm not doing everything to keep me as close as I should be to Him.
I was just reminded about the song today so I'm going to leave the lyrics here and a link at the bottom if you want to hear it, it's beautiful! If I ever had the nerve to sing in front of people by myself this is one of the songs I would sing. Music is so powerful and can really speak to people and say the things you feel that you never know how to put into words. 

Enjoy! =]

"Clay in His Hands" By: Jessie Clark Funk

There are times we all feel unimportant
There are times we feel we've nothing there to give
That our lives are like the waves upon the ocean
Tossing to and fro, no compass from within

But our Lord, our Father,
We are the clay, He is the Potter
We are the work of His hand

(chorus)
We are clay in His hands,
Centered on the wheel
As the wheel spins, the potter rolls,
creating something beautiful
We are clay in His hands
All we can become
Is shaped by the master,
That's where his finest work is done

At times along the way there'll be refining
As flaws appear that weaken from within
If we are pliable and trust in the Master's hand
They can disappear as though they'd never been

Because our Lord, Our Father,
We are the clay, He is the Potter
We are the work of His hand


(chorus)
We are clay in His hands,
Centered on the wheel
As the wheel spins, the potter rolls,
creating something beautiful
We are clay in His hands
All we can become
Is shaped by the master,
That's where his finest work is done

Holding strong even through fire (repeat)
All our strength it will require (repeat)
But as God's vessel we emerge (repeat)
And lasting beauty will endure (repeat)


(chorus)
We are clay in His hands,
Centered on the wheel
As the wheel spins, the potter rolls,
creating something beautiful
We are clay in His hands
All we can become
Is shaped by the master,
That's where his finest work is done

We are clay in His hands (repeat x3)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ko-4p0uUFS4