I was a depraved wretch
An enslaved mess
And the sin I was in
Came straight from the chest
I pleased my flesh
As I willed
I wasn't really good at much
But sin was my skill
I was perverted
Oh so dirty
Very early in my life
And without worry
I would hurry
Like a birdy I would fly
To sin again
And if get
Caught up I would lie
And I grew up in the church
So I knew it wasn't right
See my heart was so deceitful
Full of evil
Should have died
Except for Jesus
Called the Christ
He gave His life
Instead of mine
He came down from the sky
And He dwelled
To free me from my love of sin and my unrighteous self
I went from dead in sin
To having life Himself
That's why I'll never feel the wrath
Like He felt
Since I'm purchased by the blood
He is my everything
My debt is paid in full
I've been redeemed

The Father came and made me whole
I was broken and I’d sank so low
Swimming in iniquity
How is it he would stick with me
And save me expeditiously
Whoa-oh-Oh!
He dressed me in His favored robe
When He hung and when He saved my soul
I was lost without a hope
I had no heaven in my scope
So much leaven in throat
Like Whoa-oh-Oh!
Praise the Potter that He made me whole

Holy and Omnipotent
Immutable, benevolent
Worthy of all reverence
You’re the God of it all
Omniscient and You’re sovereign
High but yet You call me friend
Freed me, I was bound in sin
I was saved by Your call
Graciously You’re merciful
Worker of all miracles
In the spiritual and physical
In charge of it all
You’re everywhere, not never there
Your Holy Spirit makes it clear
By giving us the ears to hear
He came for the lost
So glad He found me
He’s in me and surrounds me
When I start to drift
He use His grip
To grab and ground me
He holds me and He molds me
He lifted me from sinking sand
Now where I stand is stony
Transforms me to His image
While killing off the old me
I’m a product of the Potter
He slaughtered my flesh
The Father
He bothered to bless
This sloppy and slovenly mess
He got me so covered I rest
In God and His promises
Yes
He’s just
And the best of the best
The message of hesed
Is nothing less
Than the death of the death
I live by His blessing and breath
And live as His blessed elect
Could’ve left me a wretched reject
Instead in His presence I dwell
By His hand and His will
And He will
Complete what He started
No doubt about it
I’m the work of the Artist

It’s me, oh Lord
Standing in the need of prayer