When you're troubled and discouraged in the darkness of the night, when obstruction clouds your vision and you just can't see the light.
When life's trials overcome you and you have no where to turn, when you've reached the very bottom, these are lessons you must learn.
For the clay is being molded, its been twisted, pulled and tossed.
Its been rolled and its been pounded til the ego has been lost.
He will put you through the furnace,
you'll be tested to the brim,
your life will e in pieces til you give your soul to Him.
From blemish to perfection his hands will form the clay,
this human piece of rubble must let God have His way.
When you come to Him all battered in the form of mortal man, when you cry to Him in mercy, you will find the potter's hand.
He will grind you, mold and chisel, the friction you will feel, til He gently carves and shapes you upon the potter's wheel.