Clay
Disenchanted I stray
Joy of living gone away
This dispassionate abyss is difficult to miss; Are You still here?
Then why keep Your distance? And why did You make me like this?
Am I wrong to ask it?
I am the clay, You are the Potter
What do I know? What do I know?
Don’t let me go,
don’t let me go…
in this dark night of my soul
An ache that will not be pacified
And a hunger that will not be satisified
Isolation, my destination, fetal position
Blurry photographs of who I am
by this dusty Bible on my night stand
The clock blinks a message
As I lay in this silence
Between me and You, between me and You
CHORUS
Like the blind now I grope along the wall
And I can’t feel You there, Lord are You there?
I wonder if You really hear me at all
But my heart tells me somethin’
Yeah, they don’t call it faith for nothin’.
I am the clay, You are the Potter
I am the clay, You are the Potter
I am the clay, You are the Potter
What do I know? What do I know?