The creak of the wagon drew the crowd to its side
The crusty old potter walked along beside
A tired old horse with a dog in tow
What was this about, everyone wanted to know.
He set up shop in the shade of a tree
Set out some vessels for all to see
Brought out his wheel and started to work
On a piece of pottery, out of God's clay dirt.
As the people watched he began to tell
Of all His goodness, like Jacobs well
The abundance of knowledge the man did share
But then all of a sudden and with revernt care
He picked up a bowl that sat by his side
Water for the clay on the table that did ride
He smiled at the bowl, and spoke with such love
Of His heavenly Father that watched from above
And shared with the people that the water in the bowl
Made everything possible for him to work so
For without the precious water, the clay would be dry
Couldn't be worked, would be thrown by the sid
And shared with the people our lives are the same
Without God's living water, we would live in our shame
When at the end of time, and He comes for His own
We would be left behind, scared and all alone
So the bowl is a precious vessel, the water just as much
One needs the other, we need His touch
To work in our lives, each and every day
And be someone elses water, to help them on their way
Just an ordinary vessel, didn't take long to make
But, oh, so very important, another vessel is at stake
Don't take it lightly, what God asks you to do
Just smile in a mirror, look what He did with you.