En Manos Del Alfarero
Dámaris Acosta
In the Hands of the Potter
Lord, you’ve known me and examined me
You know my heart so well
I can’t hide anything from you, for your hands made me and shaped me
Guide me to all truth, and direct my path
Take control of who I am and let your work be done in me
Do what you want with me, Lord
Look at me and test my heart
You’re the potter and I’m the clay, let the world see you in me
When they hear me, let them hear you
And when they see me, let you be reflected
Like clay in the hands of the potter, make me according to your will
