No beauty in the clay
As far as we can see
It looks dull and lifeless
No interest to you and me
But a gardener plants his bulbs
Hides them all away
In his heart he knows
He has planted beauty in the clay
Chorus
Beauty in the clay though we cannot see
The bulbs that lie beneath hid from you and me
But they will blossom some bright glorious day
Then we will look in wonder at the beauty in the clay
No beauty in the clay
That is our mortal frame
No beauty of our own
Or of loveliness can we claim
But the Potter works with His hands
Fashions as He may
Shapes until He has
Vessels with such beauty in the clay
Chorus
No beauty in the clay
Of those that we can see
We look on the outside
That is shown to you and me
But the Lord looks deep in the heart
Shines a golden ray
Sees all that the Son
Has wrought to bring beauty in the clay
Chorus
Colin Moffett
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