Shape Our Lives

Shape our lives Lord, upon your anvil

Now with your Holy Word, Lord- form our minds

Shield our hearts from the roaring devil

Mold our souls to the plan you have designed

We are clay in the Holy Potter’s hands

So what we become is what He reveals 

We will become whatever He has planned

Turning ever turning upon His wheel

We are precious metal in your fire

In your crucible, there we are purified

Our dross removed and our vain desires

You burn away our boasts and foolish pride

Bridge

We’re destined for this before creation

For those God foreknew this will come to pass

To be conformed to the beloved Son

Is our purpose from our first day to last.

We are clay in the Holy Potter’s hands

So what we become is what He reveals 

We will become whatever He has planned

Turning ever turning upon His wheel

Transformed as to the Potter's hand we yield

We're turning ever turning on the wheel…

Romans 8:29

April 2, 2025

Anthony Foster