Hands Of The Potter Lyrics - Back Home - Caedmons Call

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