SG Old Time Gospel Music

1.
A vessel of honor, I'm longing to be.
As clay to the potter, may I be to thee.
You may have to break down, resistance at times.
But Lord don't stop molding and shaping my life.

Chorus
Shape me dear father, please make me like You.
Mold me completely so I can be true.
If you have to break me, may I understand.
You're still loving and molding my life in Your hands.

2.
It would be such dis-service, results would be nil
If clay rejects potter, and it seeks its own will.
It could only be cast out, to the old potters mill.
Please don't cast me out Master, put me back on Your wheel.

Tag
If you have to break me, may I understand.
You're still loving and molding my life in Your hands.

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