Mold Me To Your Will

We are the clay, You are the potter;

we are all the work of Your hand.

Isaiah 64:8

Father help me to be pliable

As You mold me to Your Will

Help me to be patient as

You teach me to be still

Let my soul be open to

Receiving all You give

So all Your teachings will

Show in the way I live

Father let me only

Honor You in my life

Sharing all the love You give

And shining for You so bright