Clay by Clara Rhoden

I write my shopping list of things for you to do for me
I think that I know better what you can do that's best for me
Why can't I see that what I do to you is blasphemy, yeah
How can I talk back to my maker?

I complain that I don't get what I want when I want it
I think that you don't care when all I have is what you provided
When will I see that all I have and need you've given me, yeah
How can I talk back to my maker?

How can the one who's formed tell the one who formed it
"Why d'ya make me this way?"
How can I lump of clay tell the potter how it should be made?
One word you could break us into tiny little pieces
You are the potter and I'm the clay
Yeah

You make the sun to shine on all the good and all the wicked
You make the rain to fall in all the places of the world
One day everyone will know that you're the one who made it all
You are the potter and I'm the clay
I'm just the clay
I'm just the clay
I'm just the clay
I'm just the clay

We have this treasure in jars of clay
So that the world will know this power is from God
And not from us
We have this treasure in jars of clay
So that the world will know this power is from God
And not from us

How can the one who's formed tell the one who formed it
"Why d'ya make me this way?"
How can I lump of clay tell the potter how it should be made?
One word you could break us into tiny little pieces
You are the potter and I'm the clay
Yeah

You make the sun to shine on all the good and all the wicked
You make the rain to fall in all the places of the world
One day everyone will know that you're the one who made it all
You are the potter and I'm the clay
I'm just the clay
I'm just the clay
I'm just the clay
I'm just the clay

• Rock
• Worship
• christian
• gospel
• inspirational
• singer-songwriter
• Australia