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Feb 3
Oh lord, I am the clay
within your hands
and you are the potter
I just want to serve you
oh lord, in your master plan
now, wrap your arms around me
and through your sweet glory
embrace me towards
the Kingdom of Heaven
for thou art the power and glory
but still, don't forsake me Lord
shape me lord
make me lord
just say the holy words
and I will obey your commands
just, wrap your arms around me
and through your sweet glory
for thou art with me
to be thy rod and staff
here to comfort me
in your power and sweet glory
but don't forsake me Lord
shape me lord
make me lord
just say the holy words
and I will obey
your commands
when we are made of clay
Written by
Stu Harley
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     Chuck Kean and Weeping willow
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