Im Your vessel, imperfect in my ways
But Youre the Master, Potter, have Your way
And should You choose to break me, I will trust You
For You know whats best for me
To be broken to be used
To be molded formed by You
This is all I long for all I need
Break this vessel work in me
For You to use me I must be renewed
And so into Your skillful hands I place my life do what you choose
And should You choose to break me, I will trust You
For You know whats best for me
My lips have said, Your will not mine
But when it becomes my hearts cry
Then I can be used You can be glorified
Lord break me and mold me again