The Clay's Prayer (Acoustic)

Lord, can you hear me

I'm down here alone

Prodigal child

Try'na get back home

So tired of running

Couldn't do it on my own

Coming back to you, Lord, before I'm too far gone

So I need you, Jesus

To pick up the pieces

I'm dried out and broken

Been so long since we've spoken

So pour on the water

And burn the kiln hotter

I am the clay

And you are the potter

Lord, can you use me

I feel I'm ready to go

Mold me and shape me

Let it be so

Throw me on your wheel

And make me a vessel to fill

With your Spirit

Lord, Your Holy Spirit

I need you, Jesus

To pick up the pieces

I'm dried out and broken

Been so long since we've spoken

So pour on the water

And burn the kiln hotter

I am the clay

And you are the potter

Pour on the water

And burn the kiln

Hotter

I am the clay

You are the potter