Letra de Hands of The Potter (Radio version)
Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky Still clinging to the prodigal sunBut I'm on my way back home Yes I'm on my way back homeInto the hands That made the wine from the water Into the hands The hands of the PotterLord if I'm the clay that let your living water flow Soften up my edges Lord So everyone will knowThat I'm on my way back home Yes I'm on my way back homeAnd 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, let it be, a song so sweet, let it beLord if I'm the clay then lay me down On your spinning wheel Shape me into something you can fill With something realAnd I'll be on my way back home Yes I'm on my way back home