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by Caedmon's Call
C G
Lord if I’m the clay then I’ve been left out in the sun
C
Am
Cracked and dried with the mud from the sty,
G
Still clinging to the prodigal son
Em C G Em C D
But I'm on my way back home, Yes I'm on my way back home
G D C G D C
Into the hands, that made the wine from the water
G D C
D
Into the hands, hands of the potter
C G
Lord if I'm the clay, then let your living water flow
C
G
D
Soften up my edges, Lord, so everyone will know
Em C G Em C D
I'll be on my way back home, yes I'm on my way back home
G D C G D C
Into the hands, that made the wine from the water
G D C
D
Into the hands, hands of the potter
Bridge
G D Em D
And Lord, when you listen for the song of my life
G C D
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet
Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet
Let it be...
Lord, if I'm the clay then lay me down
On your spinning wheel
C
G C D
Shape me into something you can fill with something real
Em C G Em C D
I'll be on my way back home, yes I'm on my way back home
G D C G D C
Into the hands, that made the wine from the water
G D C
D
Into the hands, hands of the potter
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