Handcrafted

A tree cut down in due season
Will become a treasure chest
Silver mined from the heart of the mountain
Will become purest gold
And a heart given to the will of the Father
Will be set on fire
And a soul surrendered to God's control
Will be the light of the world

Handcrafted by God
There are no mistakes
In the vessel He's made
You were handcrafted by God
Whatever fires you go through
His promise holds true
As silver is tried in a furnace of fire
So you'll become as gold
As clay in the steady hands of the potter
Conforming to His mold
Handcrafted

A crop planted and harvested
Will feed the multitudes
One tiny seed planted in the spring
Will grow to bear much fruit
So God's patient workings in our hearts
Will bring us to our knees
And as He carefully molds and shapes our lives
We'll bring others to belief

Handcrafted by God
There are no mistakes
In the vessel He's made
You were handcrafted by God
Whatever fires you go through
His promise holds true
As silver is tried in a furnace of fire
So you'll become as gold
As clay in the steady hands of the potter
Conforming to His mold
Handcrafted

Jana Brannon-lyrics and music
copyright 2010