I
JUST AS CLAY TO THE POTTER
JUST AS WOOD TO THE CARVER
YOU SHAPE ME BY YOUR HAND
AND MOLD ME BY YOUR LOVE
RESISTANCE WILL SURELY
CAUSE ME TO BREAK
TO YOUR HANDS I YIELD,
THAT I MAY BE YOUR MASTERPIECE

CHORUS
WHO CAN EVER PICTURE LOVE
WHO CAN EVER PAINT ITS BEAUTY
WHO CAN TELL ITS DEPTH AND POW’R
THAT’S THE SON’S LOVE FOR ME

II
I HAVE BECOME HIS MASTERPIECE
TRANSFORMED IN HIS IMAGE
FROM AN OLD CLAY
I’VE BEEN MADE NEW
MOLDED THROUGH THE FIRE
FORMED AS HE DESIRED
THE SON TOILED NIGHT AND DAY
THAT I MAY BE HIS WORK OF ART