Verso 1

Sometimes life
Can take more than it gives
Can steal your confidence
Til questions are all you have
Sometimes hurt
Can feel like you’re in hell
Leave you just a broken shell
What can God do with that

Refrão

Whatever you’re facing
If you feel like you’re breaking
He is picking up the pieces
He is remaking
He’s molding your story
Like clay He’s reshaping
And in the hands of the potter
Nothing is wasted

Verso 2

And if your dreams
And all go up in smoke
If you start losing hope
And you slowing start to fall
In the fire He’s holding you
He’s always working something new
There’s nothing He can’t use
He uses it all

Refrão

Whatever you’re facing
If you feel like you’re breaking
He is picking up the pieces
He is remaking
He’s molding your story
Like clay He’s reshaping
And in the hands of the potter
Nothing is wasted

Ponte

Even in the middle of the madness
Even in the seasons of the sadness
He’s up to something
He’s up to something
Even when you’re trying hard to see it
Even when you struggle to believe it
He’s up to something

Refrão

Whatever you’re facing
If you feel like you’re breaking
He is picking up the pieces
He is remaking
He’s molding your story
Like clay He’s reshaping
And in the hands of the potter
Nothing is wasted

Repete

It’s in the hands of the potter
Nothing is wasted

Repete

In the hands of the potter
Nothing is wasted