THE POTTER HANDS

I will leave it in the potter hands

The gale winds of ocean bring fear Upon Ocean

And I will put down the anchor of his word

, That i will not be move from his promise,

For he is the potter, and in his hands, I am made

They’re no mistake when he turns his wheel

He is perfect every time

When life cause sickness and pain

I will leave it in the potter’s hands

For He knows the weakness that i will endure

He knows the heart of clay that he has made

There is nothing the potter cannot fix

He is the master of my life

As he shape me and moles me he put his signature

Upon my life

I will leave in the potter hands

For in his hands I will put my trust

Fore his word is promise

I will never leave you nor forsake you

He is the potter and I am the clay

Mole and make I pray
BY IVAN MCMILLAN 1/28/2007