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He's Still Working On Me
He's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be. It took him just a week to make the moon and the stars, the sun and the Earth, and Jupiter and Mars. How loving and patient he must be 'cause he's still working on me.
There really ought to be a sign upon my heart, don't judge me yet there's an unfinished part. But I'll be perfect just according to his plan, fashioned by the master's loving hand.
He's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be. It took him just a week to make the moon and the stars, the sun and the Earth, and Jupiter and Mars. How loving and patient he must be 'cause he's still working on me.
In the mirror of his word, the reflection that I see makes me wonder why he never gave up on me. But he loves me as I am, he hears me when I pray. Remember he's the potter I'm the clay.
He's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be. It took him just a week to make the moon and the stars, the sun and the Earth, and Jupiter and Mars. How loving and patient he must be 'cause he's still working on me.