Verse 1:
They thought I was so grand, believing that the greater was the man, but I say
Who are we to praise the house and not its Builder; the painting, not the Painter?
Can you tell me how far to the farthest star? Or where the universe stops?
The same Voice who set the oceans to motion pulls the beat of my heart
Chorus:
I'm clay merely made to display the splendor of my God forever
I'm clay solely shaped to convey the wonder of something bigger than me
Verse 2:
To the Author of my heart: Write with me like You've written with the stars
They're pouring forth their speech; proclaiming in the dark of who You are
Can You make my every breath an instrument to tell of Your great works?
Can You make me useable in a broken world?
Can my one, small voice be heard?
