Lord if i'm the clay

Then i've been left out in the sun

Cracked and dry, like the mud from the sty

Still clinging to the prodigal son



But I'm on my way back home

Yes I'm on my way back home



Into the hands (into the hands)

That made wine (wine) from the water

Into the hands (into the hands)

The hands of the potter



Lord if i'm the clay then

Let your living water flow

Soften up my edges, lord,

So everyone will know



But i'm on my way back home

Yes i'm on my way back home



And Lord, when you listen for the song of my life

Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet

Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet

Let it be...



Lord, if i'm the clay then lay me down

On your spinning wheel

Shape me into something you can fill 

With something real



And I'll be on my way back home

Yes i'm on my way back home