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Lord if I'm the clay Then I've been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like the mud from the sty Still clinging to the prodigal son But I'm on my way back home Yes I'm on my way back home Into the hands That made wine from the water Into the hands The hands of the potter Lord if I'm the clay then Let your living water flow Soften up my edges, Lord, So everyone will know But I'm on my way back home Yes I'm on my way back home And Lord, when you listen for the song of my life Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be... Letras de cancionesLord, if I'm the clay then lay me down On your spinning wheel Shape me into something you can fill With something real And I'll be on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home From Letras Mania