Lyrics: Yielded Soul
In Your hands, O Lord, I'm soft and still,
A lump of clay, ready for Your wheel.
Shape my heart, turn my flaws to grace,
Mold me now in this quiet place.
You are the Potter, I am the clay,
Surrendered fully, night and day.
Cleanse what's broken, fill me with Your grace,
Vessel of honor, in Your embrace.
Mold me deeper, make me whole—
Live Your purpose in my yielded soul.
No more waste, no more dirt inside,
Wash me clean with Your faithful tide.
From the fire of trials, make me strong,
Useful for good, where I belong.
You are the Potter, I am the clay,
Surrendered fully, night and day.
Cleanse what's broken, fill me with Your grace,
Vessel of honor, in Your embrace.
Mold me deeper, make me whole—
Live Your purpose in my yielded soul.
Every day I come, empty and bare,
Flee the dark, seek Your presence there.
Pour Your mercy, Your love so deep,
Let me carry You to the lost and the weak.
You are the Potter, I am the clay,
Surrendered fully, night and day.
Cleanse what's broken, fill me with Your grace,
Vessel of honor, in Your embrace.
Mold me deeper, make me whole—
Live Your purpose in my yielded soul.
Not my words, but Yours I will speak,
Sanctified now, for the work You seek.
From dishonor to glory, Your touch redeems,
A simple pot, filled with holy dreams.
You are the Potter, I am the clay,
Surrendered fully, night and day.
Cleanse what's broken, fill me with Your grace,
Vessel of honor, in Your embrace.
Mold me deeper, make me whole—
Live Your purpose in my yielded soul...
In my yielded soul.
Lyrics by @HWY14QSM
Music generated by AI then mixed and edited by @HWY14QSM
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