Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out in the sun
Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky
Still clinging to the prodigal sun


But I'm on my way back home
Yes I'm on my way back home


Into the hands
That made the wine from the water

Into the hands
The hands of the Potter


Lord if I'm the clay that let your living water flow
Soften up my edges Lord
So everyone will know


That I'm on my way back home



Yes I'm on my way back home


And Lord when you listen for the song of my life
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet

Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be

Lord if I'm the clay then lay me down

On your spinning wheel
Shape me into something you can fill
With something real


And I'll be on my way back home
Yes I'm on my way back home