Hands Of The Potter — текст песни (Caedmon`s Call)

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