As You Mold Me Lord
By Thomas Kittrell
09/24/06
I am the clay; You are the Potter I know
You are shaping me each day for your plans
The vision for me is in Your mind so clear
You have fashioned me with Your hands
I have a request of You, dear Lord my God
As you mold me, please dear Lord I ask of You
Remove all the rough places that irritate others
Before with your refashioning You are through
There is a part of me that often is grumpy
Complaining when things do not please
If you would replace that with contentment
It sure would set my heart at ease
And dear Lord, while you are working on me
Would You remove that impatience of mine
And replace it with the virtue of patience pure
So I can keep my rushing about all in line
I really need these imperfections removed
And, Lord, I really have more to ask
You can make me into a lovely model I know
For You, nothing is an impossible task
What is that I hear You saying, dear Lord?
Forgive me, dear God, I hear and understand
As You mold me, You require I do my part
By submitting to Your Divine will and plan
You will not change me against my will
You are the Potter; I am the lump of clay
The obstacle of independence I am to remove
Then You can work with me and have Your way
© 2006 Thomas E. Kittrell
Used By Permission
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But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Isaiah 64:8 KJV
