Why is it every time I think I see a scar I've found another wound
I think I'm healed but when I play songs on strings they become untuned
Bright colours and happy smile outside
If only they knew how much tears I've cried
Master Maker take this broken clay and make it new
I've thrashed the alabaster
And You tore the veil in two
So take this broken clay and make it new
Surrender once surrender twice I'm done
White flag's been waved can't self-suffice just want to hear well done
Build me up or tear me down I just want to be Yours
Oh wake up cub the Lion's coming can't you hear Him roar
Father Maker take this broken clay and make it new
I've thrashed the alabaster
And You tore the veil in two
So take this broken clay and make it new
So take this broken clay and make it new
Has the potter no right over the clay
Since ancient times no one has heard no ear has perceived no eye has seen any God besides You who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him
You Lord are our Father we are the clay You are the potter we are all the work of Your hand
Father Maker take this broken clay and make it new
I've thrashed the alabaster
And You tore the veil in two
So take this broken clay and make it new
So take this broken clay and make it new