Mold me
Into the woman You’ve called me to be
With my prayers
May I set the captives free.
Mold me
With the touch of Your hand
And let me walk bold as a lion
As we re-possess this land.
Mold me
Into the image You want others to see
And let the enemy see the warrior
You’ve created inside of me.
Mold me
As I lay myself upon Your altar
I will not sway from Your path
I will not falter.
Mold me
As the Bride chosen by You
Help me Holy Spirit
In all I’ve been given to do.
Mold me
As a vessel of honor and Truth
And Father, let the image that they see
Be the Living proof.
Isaiah 64:8
Yet, O LORD, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our Potter, And we all are the work of Your hand.
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