So beaten with shame, brusied from my past I felt so broken within Another broken vessel, life had thrown away Then all at once the potter picked me up again His love changed the way he looked at me when I cried out for mercy he answered my plea Garnished my soul the day the tolement was made He picked me up and held in his loving embrace Now I become an ornament of grace He looked through my shame Deep in my soul to something that was precious to him A shattered life so helpless and lost along the way but the hand of mercy made me whole again His love changed the way he looked at me when I cried out for mercy he answered my plea Garnished my soul the day the tolement was made He picked me up and held in his loving embrace Now I become an ornament of grace Garnished my soul the day the tolement was made He picked me up and held in his loving embrace Now I become an ornament of grace Now I become an ornament of grace Now I become an ornament of grace