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 prefect just according to His plan,
Fashioned by the Master's loving hand.

Chorus:
He's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be,
It took Him just His Word to make the moon and the stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How lovingly and patient He must be, He's still working on me.

In the mirror of His Word, reflections that I see
Make me wonder why He never gave up on me;
But He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray,
Remember, He's the Potter, I'm the clay.