As you formed those hands of clay,
You saw forward to another day,
When your hands just like these
Would be nailed to a tree.When you smoothed the side,
Of the clayman you had designed,
Could you see down the road to me
And the day you would die to set me free.
As you created that first man,
It was part of your plan,
You had considered the cost
You would go to the cross.
We were in your sight.
All the wrong, all the right
All that we would be.
What is in the future,
Is the present for you.
That is why,
There is no surprise
When I look
Into
Your eyes.