He Didn't Throw This Old Weathered Clay Away! {my twist to a Christian song}

Empty and broken, 20 years later I came back to Him
A vessel unworthy, so scarred and filled with sin.
But He did not despair...He started over again
And I bless the day, He didn't throw the clay away.

Over and over, He is molding and making me,
Into His likeness, He is fashioning this weathered clay.
A vessel of honor, I swear I’ll strive to stay,
All because Jesus did not throw this old clay away.

He is the Potter...I am the clay
And molded in His image, He wants me to stay.
Oh, but when I stumble...
When I fall...
When my vessel breaks,
He just picks up those pieces,
He didn't throw this old and weathered clay way...

Over and over, He molds and makes me,
Into His likeness, He fashions the clay.
A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn't throw the weathered old clay away.

A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn't throw me away.
A vessel of honor, I am going to stay.
For He is the Potter and I am the clay!