Instrument of Praise
You are fashioning an instrument of praise in me
You are molding a vessel of honor
As You have Your way Lord, every day of my life
You are fashioning an instrument of praise in me
You are molding a vessel of honor
As You take me through the Refiner's Fire
As You rid me of all that's not beautiful
As the dross is removed and cast away
The pure gold of Your character is revealed
As I become that soft, liquid gold
That You can mold in the way that pleases You
You are my Master Potter
Your Hands work well with clay and gold
As You fashion the clay that is my life
Soon to transform it into purest gold
That I might shine for You, That I might reflect You
Lord Jesus, that is my heart's desire
That I would decrease, That You would increase
That You would fill and use me Lord
Have Your way Lord, have Your way in my life
I come to You, in heart surrender
I come to You, yield everything
You are Lord of my life, You are Lord over all
Have Your way, Have Your way, Have Your way
