POTTER'S WHEEL
   							  
The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they've ever known
They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown

What do you tell forever's children
When it's their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a Potter’s Wheel
	
Take a little clay, put it on a wheel, get a little hint how God must feel
Give a little turn, listen to a spin, make it in the shape you want it in

Tell with your life the bloody story,
Teach to their dreams, not burning steel
It's not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what's shattered on the field

The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potters throw

CHORUS

Someday some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they'll find our civilization
Or what's left of it to be found

They'll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They'll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potters bowl

CHORUS / CHORUS

Earth and water and wind conspire, with human hands and love, and fire

CHORUS

     
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From the Dennis Warner album “Pilot Me”
© Words & Music by Bill Danoff
www.WarnerSongs.com