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I hear the voice of God calling me
Descend to the potter's house, I want to talk to you
Look how the potter works with the clay
He molds as he wants and undoes if needed
So are you in my hands
So are you, clay in my hands
So are you in my hands
So are you, clay in my hands

And in the potter's hands I want to be
The more he molds me,
The more his fingerprints remain on me
In the potter's house I will descend
He molds my character, he molds my faith
And I have more of God
And I feel more of God
And I live more for God

I hear the voice of God calling me
Descend to the potter's house, I want to talk to you
Look how the potter works with the clay
He molds as he wants and undoes if needed
So are you in my hands
So are you, clay in my hands
So are you in my hands
So are you, clay in my hands

And in the potter's hands I want to be
The more he molds me
The more his fingerprints remain on me
In the potter's house I will descend
He molds my character, he molds my faith

And from the kneaded clay, the potter makes the vessel
That is passed through the fire, to become stronger
If I am going through the fire, it is to strengthen me
So when I am ready, God will fill me with anointing

And in the potter's hands I want to be
The more he molds me,
The more his fingerprints remain on me, on me
In the potter's house I will descend
He molds my character, he molds my faith

And in the potter's hands I want to be
The more he molds me
The more his fingerprints remain on me
In the potter's house I will descend
He molds my character, he molds my faith
And I have more of God
And I feel more of God
And I live more for God