Sound of Provenance - This Jar of Clay
Though the whole world spins roundYou're ever in control
Though fiery trials abound
I'm Yours to mold
When my worst fears surround
Inside there is this hope
Assuring my soul You are there
Though my flesh wastes away
It's Christ in me
Renewing my soul each day
I will cling to the hope
Of Christ in me
My treasure inside this jar of clay
Through persecution's vise
And Satan's cunning schemes
Though all the world conspires
To crush my peace
All through the battle's ire
Your Spirit fights for me
Assuring my soul You are there
Though my flesh wastes away
It's Christ in me
Renewing my soul each day
I will cling to the hope
Of Christ in me
My treasure inside this jar of clay
This jar of clay
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Through every passing night
This jar will ever fade
Just as the death of Christ
I show Your grace
And if I'm laid to rest
I know I'll rise again
As sure as I know You are there
As sure as I know You are there
You are there
You are there
You are there
In the pressing I will know you are there
Ever molding me beyond all despair
If purging fire shows the power
of Christ in me
Then burn way, this jar of clay
Is in Your hands
In the pressing I will know you are there
Ever molding me beyond all despair
If purging fire shows the power
of Christ in me
Then burn way, this jar of clay
Is in Your hands
Though my flesh wastes away
It's Christ in me
Renewing my soul each day
I will cling to the hope
Of Christ in me
My treasure inside this jar of clay
Though my flesh wastes away
It's Christ in me
Renewing my soul each day
I will cling to the hope
Of Christ in me
My treasure inside this jar of clay
My treasure inside this jar of clay
You are my treasure inside
This jar of clay
Written by:
Harrison Kahrig, Marcus Mullet
Publisher:
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