Clay
Words/Music: Daryle Worley, III, 2026
Shared on June 21, 2026
I have sinned again
And proven myself as nothing more than dust
Which You take and make clay
To squash and to fashion,
Discipline and shape
Take this clay
Make it pure and full of grace
Cause Your dust to praise
Still, I’m faint, afraid
Of meeting the call from my God, my All
So give strength to these legs
That wobble and wander
Though Your path is straight
Take this clay
Make it firm and full of grace
Cause Your dust to praise
Still deprived of sight
To name and to savor every good endeavor
Of Your hand in this land:
Faulty and fractured but
Beautiful and blessed
Take this clay
Make its eyes to see Your grace
Cause Your dust to praise