823. HE’S STILL WORKING ON ME
THERE really ought to be a sign upon my heart,
Don’t judge me yet there’s an unfinished work,
But I’ll be perfect just according to His plan,
Fashioned by the master’s loving hand.
CHORUS
He’s still working on me,
To make me what I ought to be,
It took Him just a week to make the moon and the stars,
The sun and the earth, the Jupiter and mars.
How loving and patient He must be
He’s still working on me.
In the mirror of His Word,
Reflections that I see, make me wonder why
He never gave up on me,
He loves me as I am and He hears me when I pray
Remember He’s the potter I’m the clay.