You break in pieces like pottery
Shattered so mercilessly
But in Your hands we're formed anew
Shaping us as You choose
We are broken vessels clay in Your hands, Molded by Your grace we'll stand, Though marred and scarred You make us whole, Crafting beauty from our souls
You Lord are our Father our Potter divine, We are the work of Your hand perfectly designed,
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
In Your love we are remade
Who are we to question why You formed us this way,
You have the right oh Potter to shape the clay, Your hands shaped us knit us from the start, We are Your handiwork set apart
We are broken vessels clay in Your hands, Molded by Your grace we'll stand, Though marred and scarred You make us whole, Crafting beauty from our souls
Then You formed man from the dust breathed life within,
In Your image we begin,
From brokenness to beauty we rise,
In Your hands we realize
We are broken vessels clay in Your hands, Molded by Your grace we'll stand, Though marred and scarred You make us whole, Crafting beauty from our souls