I’ve been hardened by the world,
My perspective has been flawed,
But you hold me in your hands
Your precious clay;
Don’t let me slip through your fingers.
Warm my heart! Stretch my will!
Mold into beauty this life that is yours!
You’re the potter, and I am clay,
Show me that I’m Your treasure.
Hollow me out. Set me apart.
Stamp your name on this waiting heart
Fill me up with the Joy of the Lord!
Give me purpose in serving You.
Make my image to reflect You.
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