Harold’s Song

Lord I know, In your perfect will’s a plan

But how can I be sure, in your perfect will I am

Many things, are too hard to understand

And trials I’d rather not go through, Come again and again

I am yours I must say, You are the potter I the clay

You are the master, I am the slave, I will obey

Where you lead I will go, What you take I will let go

What you want I already know, It’s all I have

Take me as I am

Lord help me to be what you want of me

Forgive me when I fail you, and the ones I love and me

I’m only clay, of the dust and prone to stray

But my heart still cries for you oh Lord, I thirst, help my faith

Refrain

My life is yours, that’s the easy part to give

It’s only when you want something I love I’m not submissive

But all is your, not my own to keep or give

Except my own will, which must be broken before it’s whole

Refrain