Wendy Schettig

Lyrics

I am a piece of pottery broken on the ground.
Shattered when I hit the earth, crumbled all around.
I used to be the lovely one with lines so clean and pure,
But now I’m just a fragment of what I was before.

It seems like just a while ago I struggled to believe.
Blind to my Creator, I lived for only me.
But now that I am broken, I know I was a fool
For how could I be anything, if not for You?

You’re the Potter, Maker of all the universe
You can raise me out of nothing. You give me my worth.

People say I’m broken now, so what good can I be?
All that’s left is sharp and rough; I’ll only make them bleed.
So here I am the fallen one, fallen on my knees
Asking my Creator, “What will become of me?”

You’re the Potter, Maker of all the universe
You can raise me out of nothing. You give me my worth.

You are the One who formed me into something You could use
You are the One who broke me, so I would need You.
You are my Creator. You see what I don’t see.
And You’re the One who’ll make me into more than I can be.