Potter’s House
The word came to Jeremiah from the Lord,
Go down
to the potters house, I’ll let you hear my word.
So I went down to the potter’s house he was working at
the wheel,
The
vessel was made of clay, it wasn’t a big deal,
Until
the vessel spoiled right in the potters hand,
The potter just reworked the pot as God reworks a man.
(Chorus)
Each one of us is like a vessel mold by
our God.
Short
and tall dark and light, each one of us quite odd,
There is a real beauty in each one of us they say,
We are all being shaped by God out of earthen bits of
clay.
Jeremiah heard the word of God to
You and
I can hear God word, speaking to us still.
The
Church is not a factory with people all the same,
Not
is it like a china shop pretty plates upon display.
The Church is like the potters house and we’re the
pots God makes.
It’s by
the strange and loving hand of God we take our shape.
(Chorus)
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