He is the Potter, we are the clay

I see the whorl of His fingerprint on the curvature of my life

Feel His thumbs pressing deep, my clay walls smooth and climb

Spinning on Love’s fulcrum He fills me with His Spirit’s presence

And we are His vessel, His workmanship. 

He sees the work of His hands and calls it good.

He remakes us in Christ’s image and we are made good.

His righteousness meets our weakness, clothing us in robes of joy!

This is our Maker’s love.