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