MOLD ME

words and music Jamie MacKay copyright 2000

a thousand stars look down and mock my empty plans the voice of space i am aware a million nights have passed a million more could come i am dust but you are God i awake in wonder to a red stained canopy as if the sky itself were shamed by a pure and sacred fire rising from the plains ending every fear of night

so i sing for You what else can my heart do You are the hands i am the clay yes i sing for You what else can my heart do You are the hands i am the clay mold me

winds like the breath of God shape sculptures of the sea salt water mountains and ravines my pride is shattered by the power of the Lord in crafting everything i see

so i sing for You what else can my heart do You are the hands i am the clay yes i sing for You what else can my heart do You are the hands i am the clay mold me