Mold me dear Lord, mold me with your hands; mold me with your heart. Take this clay and make a way, for my life to shine for you. Take my broken shards, and throw them out; remove fear and doubt. Burn me with a fire, the pain is purifying, purge my fleshly desire. You gave me life at Calvary's cross, teach me your holiness, so that fleshly bliss, can be counted as loss...
If your face is all I seek, then I've sought the truth. Take me to a place that I might know the fullness of your grace, your love IS enough, teach me how YOU want me to win this race. Let the words I speak drench my lips with honey, and not spoil them with arrogance, pride, hate, or envy. When I speak to the world they should see you, because you reign in me.
I can't know compassion if I don't remember how I've suffered, it says so in your word, so I thank you for hardships, I thank you for storms, I thank you for the valleys, for when I'm on the mountain, I enjoy it SO much more.
Take me. Purge me. Melt me down, and mold me up. Have my heart, fill my cup with your personality and your truth, I want, I desire, I NEED to be like YOU.
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