Father, let your will be done, Shape me till the work is done. Mold this heart, make me anew, I surrender all to you. Oh, let your will be done, my King, You are the Potter, I’m offering. This fragile clay is in Your hands, Mold me, Lord, to Your perfect plan. Jesus, let your will be done, Shine through me like morning sun. Break my pride, and heal my soul, Make me pure, make me whole. Oh, let your will be done, my King, You are the Potter, I’m offering. This fragile clay is in Your hands, Mold me, Lord, to Your perfect plan. Redeemer, take this heart of stone, Shape it for Your throne alone. Master, guide my every way, I’ll trust You more with each new day. Oh, let your will be done, my King, You are the Potter, I’m offering. This fragile clay is in Your hands, Mold me, Lord, to Your perfect plan. Let Your hands refine this clay, Through the night and through the day. Father, let Your will be done, Until the victory is won.
