I am a broken clay pot
I broke a bit by bit
I was just wondering and crying
I didn't want to break
You,Lord,crushed me
But you kept all the pieces
You loved me so much
You wanted something new
Give a new shape to clay
Make me a new pot
That's the way you show your love
You are using broken again
I want to tell to broken ones
Pieces aren't thrown away
A cheap clay could be worthy
In the hands of a master
In the hands of a master
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