Only his love softens

when i was a child
my heart was new
clay in the hands of the potter

as i grew, my heart became firm
the clay grew harder
easily broken, easily hurt

many have held my heart of clay
many have shattered it
unaware of just how fragile it was

sometimes it is hard to trust
knowing that when i do,
my heart may break again

God, mold my heart of stone
teach me how to trust
i know now that only you can