I am as clay in Your hands,
An unfinished jar,
I cannot see all Your plans,
But You have brought me safely thus far.
Mould me and shape me,
Until You are pleased,
In You I am trusting,
Lord, You are my peace.
O Lord, whose name is Jealous,
A vessel of honour I pray to be,
Used for Your great purpose,
To bring You glory.
Lord I am completely within Your hands,
The only God that I will serve.
Help me to follow all of Your Commands,
I love You and trust You my soul to preserve.