In the Hands of the Potter

In the Hands of the Potter - Casting Crowns

Composed by：Mark Hall/Jonathan Smith

I still remember when I heard

You call me by name

I'd follow you anywhere knew I can trust

You in anything

And now sorrow beats down on me waiting for

You to come through

I'm all alone with my questions I'm drying cracked open

And I thirst for you

And as I fall apart

Come flood this desert heart

Fall like the rain living water

And I know your way is best

Lord help me find my rest

And I'll be the clay

In the hands of the potter

My world is spinning my life seems

So out of control

Nail scarred hands tell the story of love

That will never let go of me

Through the sunshine or rain

I know where my hope is found

What you started in me

I know you will complete from the inside out

And as I fall apart

Come flood this desert heart

Fall like the rain living water

And I know your way is best

Lord help me find my rest

And I'll be the clay

In the hands of the potter

My world is breaking me

Your love is shaping me

I know the enemy

Is afraid of what you're making me

When my world is breaking me

Your love is shaping me

I know the enemy

Is afraid of what you're making me

My world is breaking me

Your love is shaping me

I know the enemy

Is afraid of what you're making me

And as I fall apart

Come flood this desert heart

Fall like the rain living water

And I know your way is best

Lord help me find my rest

And I'll be the clay

In the hands of the potter

And I'll be the clay

In the hands of the potter