A vessel made as He'd planned
Was now marred in His hand
When it breaks not one word is spoken
For the Potter He knew He would make it anew
One that would never be broken
He's the first of his kind
But it's soon that he finds
It's his Maker's command that he's breaking
When the damage was done sadly he had become
A man of his own making
No more fellowship sweet
No more days at His feet
He toils in sorrow with a heart that is aching
With regret and with shame of the day he became
A man of his own making
The last of His kind
Bears the sins of mankind
To the cross and yields to the breaking
When the Potter was done
In three days He'd become
A Man of His own making
He arose from the grave
With the power to save
And give life that's free for the taking
What I could not achieve
Now because I believe
I'm a man of His own making
No more sin, no more tears
No more guilt, no more fears
Abounding grace always giving never taking
And the fellowship sweet
Resting in Him complete
I'm a man of His own making
No more sin, no more tears
No more guilt, no more fears
Abounding grace always giving never taking
And the fellowship sweet
Resting in Him complete
I'm a man of His own making