My Precious Lord....
Thou art the potter, I am the clay
Mold me Lord Jesus, to your liking I pray
To walk in your divine love
To be a witness to all
I will exalt thee... lest I fall
Take away anything that hinders my walk
I praise you Lord Jesus, for changing my talk
The power of God's words I've now grasp
I plead the blood of Jesus...at last
Jesus is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow
I praise you Jesus for lifting my sorrow
Each day I awake and now I speak
By his stripes the Lord healeth me
GOD said it, and I believe it
Jesus, you are so worthy of love and praise
I promise to exalt thee til' my dying days
Use me as a tool to share your love
I praise you my Saviour in heaven above
I strive to be like you Jesus each day
For "thou art the potter" and I am the clay.
