You are the Potter (Psalm 139)

[It's one thing to know that we are created by God and another thing, to yield to the hands of our Creator God. How do we look like? Perhaps we don't even know we look stunted (not literally) when we live life according to our own ways... May we yield to the Potter's hand... Oh how marvelous are His works... our days were written in His book... He not only created and formed us, but also has a plan for our life. May we search Him out and let Him lead us... May the knowledge of our Father's loving heart stir in us to cry out to Him 'Abba Father!' as we follow Him... His ways, not our ways...] Psalm 139, Rom 8:15; Isa 64:8

Verse 1
All my days
Were written in Your book
How marvelous, are Your works Lord

Verse 2
All my days
Were written by You
How precious are thoughts, I am Yours Lord...

Chorus
You are the Potter
I am the clay of Your hand
So come and mold me
Mold me and make me like You

You are the Potter
I am the clay of Your hand
Abba Father!
I delight in all Your ways...

Spontaneous
Your ways, not my ways
Your will be done

Search me, O come and prune me
I will follow You...