as i wander, as i wander through this life
thinking i know my own best
i pause, fall to my knees, this is my confession
and you brought me to this place of reckoning
for how can i know what you have planned?
my life is but a mist, i’m but a grain of sand
yet this striving, this striving is endless and fruitless
i am a sheep – of little intellect
yet i think i know what i need
but you are the Shepherd and you can see the predator on the horizon
you can see the pasture beyond that will nourish me better than this one
you know when i need to be carried, you know when i need rest
so why this striving?
i do not even know myself
not like you do
i am just clay – without form or shape
yet i try to tell you what i am meant to be
now how can the clay describe what only the Potter can see?
so mold me, make me, bend me, break me
so you can rebuild me
as only you can
i am but dust in a wasted land
and you saw something in me
you saw something in me so you called me yours
and you are making me into something i cannot see
so i surrender my rights to myself, for i have no right to myself
and i just ask one thing
there’s just one plea –
may this empty vessel be filled so that i may point to your glory
i know not what i want, what i need, what will sharpen me most
guard and guide and provide
oh Lord of my soul.