This I give to thee my Lord
This I give to Thee
A sculptor's knife
To bring the gift of life
This I give to thee my Lord
This I give to thee
A potter's wheel so sound my Lord
Spinning very fast
To make the edges round my Lord
So that they will last
For equisite detail my Lord
A stylus made of wood
The beauty to unveil my Lord
As only you could
This I give to thee my Lord
This I give to thee
A lump of clay
Please mold me day by day
This I give to thee my Lord
This I give to thee