‘Empty and broken I came back to Him
A vessel unworthy so scared with sin.
But He did not despair. He started over again
I bless the day He didn’t throw the clay away.
Over and over He mold’s me and make’s me
Into His likeness He fashioned the clay
A vessel of honor I am today
All because Jesus didn’t throw the clay away.
He is the potter I am the clay
Molded in His image He wants me to stay.
When I stumble and fall and my vessel should break
He just picks up the pieces He didn’t throw the clay away.
