Shaped By His Hands

Intro

Yet You, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter. We are all the work of your hand....

Verse

In the quiet of the evening, I feel Your gentle hand,

Turning dirt to treasure, You mold me like the sand.

With every twist and turn, You guide my restless heart,

A masterpiece in waiting, You’ve known me from the start.

Chorus

You're the potter at the wheel, shaping clay in perfect grace,

With every trial, every tear, You whisper: 'Trust this place.'

I’m being molded, I’m being formed, beneath the pressure, I'll become,

A vessel full of hope and light, in Your arms, I know I’ve won.

Verse

When the storms are raging, and my faith seems out of reach,

I'll surrender to the lessons, each moment that You teach.

With every crack and flaw, You chisel out my way,

I’ll embrace the hands that shape me, when light turns into gray.

Chorus

You're the potter at the wheel, shaping clay in perfect grace,

With every trial, every tear, You whisper: 'Trust this place.'

I’m being molded, I’m being formed, beneath the pressure, I'll become,

A vessel full of hope and light, in Your arms, I know I’ve won.

Bridge

In the silence of my doubts, I’ll lift my eyes above,

For the plans You hold for me, are crafted out of love.

I will stand, I will trust, in the trials and the fire,

For every ounce of pressure, You’re igniting my desire.

Chorus

You're the potter at the wheel, shaping clay in perfect grace,

With every trial, every tear, You whisper: 'Trust this place.'

I’m being molded, I’m being formed, beneath the pressure, I'll become,

A vessel full of hope and light, in Your arms, I know I’ve won.