Yah El, look down with mercy
On this simple lump of clay.
Though it is mishapen and filthy,
Please don't throw it away.
Place it back on the potter's wheel,
Though flawed and marred it may be.
Shape it with sublime skill.
Make it a fitting vessel for Thee.
My Yah, my El, to You we come
Without a single excuse.
Wash us in Your cleansing blood.
Make us vessels You can use.
Take us in Your skillful hands,
And mold us in Your image sublime.
Help us YAH, to stand.
Let Your kavod within us shine.
YAH El, look down with mercy
On this simple lump of clay.
Though we’ve toyed with iniquity,
Make us in Your image, we pray