Mould me

I want to be like clay.
I want to be shaped and moulded my Him.
Him who knows me better than myself.
Him who formed me before time began.
Him who sees the true desires of my heart.
Him who has planned my future accordingly.
Him who sees all my actions, yet still chooses to love me.
I want Him who knows me best to make me better.
So I surrender to the Potter's Hands,
And beg from my heart,
"Mould me."