The Potters House.

I want to go down to the potters house
Does anyone know the way?
They tell me the potter can make me over
By just remolding the clay.

I was there once before, I remember it well
At an old fashioned alter I met him
My life was a wreck I was sinking in sin
Then he made me over, when I let him.

Now I'm trying so hard to get there again
I seem to of  lost my way
I've drifted so far and I need to get back
So he can make me over this day.

Oh where is the potters house
I need to get back on the wheel
And though it will hurt to be molded again
Once again I will be in His will.

 © Carrie Kinyon 2002 

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