Mold Me

I'm not supposed to let others opinions get to me. It becomes rather difficult when the whole world is telling you that what you think, who you love, everything...is wrong. People change, it's in the past, and yet things come back to haunt one over and over again. Don't get me wrong everyone is allowed to have an opinion, but it's when one begins to question you, as a person, that an opinion has gone too far. Life is hard. People are cruel. The world is flawed. This is a life lesson that one must learn at some point.
We all start out life as a giant blob of clay. We are on the makers table with millions of other blobs of clay. We are then pressed, pulled, beaten, and cut. Sometimes by objects our maker holds, and sometimes by objects that other blobs hold. Some pieces fall off, and we lose a piece of ourselves, molded into a new and refreshing look. Then we come in contact with other blobs and as we collide a part of them rubs off on us, just as we do on them. One can be pressed from all directions, it's how we are molded to become who we are, but too much pressing, pulling, cutting in the same spot does more harm than good. Such is life. We are molded, pulled, cut, and collide in life, in order to become...complete

Mold me into something

That only you can do

Make me the kind of person

And help me follow You.

 

Mold and mend me

And lead me on the way

Take me down that road again

Help me not to stray.

 

Mold me with Your precious hands

Know I’m here to serve

I want to be the person

The one that You deserve.

 

Mold me Lord

And make me be

Make me like

Thy soul to Thee.

 

Mold me now

Within Your hands

Help me Lord

Follow your plans.

 

Mold me

Like the jar of clay

Help me Lord

Hear me pray.

 

Mold me now

Please hear me say.

I want to serve You

On this day.