Im Your vessel, imperfect in my ways But Youre the Master, Potter, have Your way And should You choose to break me, I will trust You For You know whats best for me To be broken to be used To be molded formed by You This is all I long for all I need Break this vessel work in me For You to use me I must be renewed And so into Your skillful hands I place my life do what you choose And should You choose to break me, I will trust You For You know whats best for me My lips have said, Your will not mine But when it becomes my hearts cry Then I can be used You can be glorified Lord break me and mold me again