Lord, my heart, my heart, is your little piece of clay
Lord, my heart
my heart
is your little piece of clay
for you to mold
in every which way
because i speak
grounded in Jesus
not allowing my mind
to cause me
to sway
Lord my heart
my heart is your
little piece of clay
but sometimes this clay
gets dry
it hardens when
i let the enemy
sprinkle me with shame
or i get to far from the
power of your name
i get stuck trying to lean
on my own power
trying to lean on my own understanding
thinking this art
or what you put in my heart
is mine
but Lord, i want you to hear
this loud and clear
i submit and surrender all of my art
to you
because without you
i can’t create anything
i am not able to do
any kind of withstanding
the withstanding i need to defend
from my self-imposed attacks
where i get sucked into trying
to be a man of the world
this fear and worry
quickly turns me into
a man with a hardened heart
but Lord God
it is only time writing with you
these words and praises
that pick up chin
drawing my face back up to you
so amazed at how your
Holy Spirit fills me with this art
drawing me closer to my dream
to be that man
a man who every moment of every day
runs after your heart
Lord my heart
my heart is your little piece of clay
i so long for this heart to stay soft
and to stay soft
i need your life giving water
to mix with the clay
i must stay in your water
to gain the power
the power of following
your Way
one sound of your voice
one touch of your cloak
one glimpse of your face
i get so inspired to run
to run after your heart
because i want to run YOUR race
now Lord
not mine
because without you
this art will stay blocked
i mean how much you love me
when i did nothing to earn it
still makes me feel shocked
so Lord
i ask you
with all my heart, all my strength
and all my soul
mold me
purify me
press into me
sanctify me
help me burn for you
take this heart into your hands
and water me with your joy
purpose and peace
i will sit like Jonah
in the mouth of your fish
until you resurrect
my
heart
because i don’t want to
get too dry
too hard
or too timid
and miss my chance to
see the day
where together we soften
our world through the power
of your name
today i have nothing
nothing i need to claim
but with every ounce
of my soul
i stand tall announcing
to the world
that i am here to proclaim
that i love you Lord
and my heart
my heart
is your little piece of clay
because only through you
only through you
will the Holy Spirit flood me
giving me the power
the power of your name
to achieve my dream
the dream i didn’t know i had
until i let go of trying
trying so hard to get love
outside of
your
name
you ran to me
pursued me
saved me
filling these holes in my clay
with grace and the joy
of child-like play
turning me into a miracle
searing into my soul
this dream of the day
where throughout the world
these hardened hearts
will become soft
by the joy
the joy of following your Way
interweaving us all
together
into one
your one
little piece
of
clay
