He was working at the wheel
Carefully turning the wheel
Searching every need
For He saw a picture in His mind
How He wanted it to be
And He saw a glorious vessel
In you and me...in you and me
The vessel he was making
Was spoiled in His hands
Was it due to circumstances
Or the enemies plan
But He never tossed that lump aside
Giving it up
But determined Himself to finish
The work He had begun...He had begun
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm in the Master's hand
Though the wheel spins oh so swiftly
I don't think I can stand
That's when I'm reminded that the work
Which He has begun
He will perform it and bring it to pass
Till the day of His return...His return
Cannot I do with you as this vessel
As the clay is in his hands
So are you in my hands
Child, you're in my hands
And I'm making into a vessel
For the world to see
My mercy and my grace
which I've bestowed upon thee...upon thee.
He was working at the wheel, patient indeed.
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