Clay, The
Ever wonder what Heaven is like?Ever wonder what God is doing?
Ever wonder what we are made of?
We have been told that we are dust and ash
We have been told that we just happened
We have been told that we were created
Which is true I wonder
I know that I can see through a window
Into a giant workshop
Where there are millions
Of models scattered all about
I can see dust and I can see ash
I see lots of water there abouts
But mostly I see
A very, very large mound of clay
Now I see one person at work
Yes, he just had his aide bring him some clay
As he starts his wheel, as he begins to play
I see him ponder, I hear him say
Who shall I make this wondrous day?
Who shall be first?
With a gleam in his eye, he says to himself
I know, I know I'll make Melissa Madeline Barkley
That's who today
With careful precision, he starts away
Shaving here, scraping there
Molding Melissa and sending her on her way
To make the world a better place this day
WOW, what a glimpse
God in his workshop as he creates his children
And he isn't done there, once we've been made
He still checks everyday
Shaving here, scraping there
Keeping us whole, until we're ready for his display
And when we go home, to be with him to stay
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