"Broken"
Strong willed independence has ruled my life
Always doing it my way, and always causing strife
I always had to be in charge, I had to have control
Being manipulating by those I loved, While damning my own soul
I thought I had my world planned out, the world was in my hands
Not stopping for a minute to seek the Masters plans
He let me go along my way, Knowing I would fall
And knowing when I hit the bottom,upon his name i'd call
And when I failed, and called his name,and cried to him above
He came to me right where I was and wrapped me in his love
He said to give him all my cares, and he would give me peace,
And as I gave my life to him, I felt my soul's release
My life is now a lump of clay, upon the potter's wheel
Molded by the Master's hands, a life that wants to yield
So mold me, break me, Lord, and let me hear your call
My life is yours to do your will, I now surrender all.
