Lord, put me on the grinding wheel and crush me with the stone.
Then make of me a portion for someone who’s lost and alone.
Oh, Father, let me forsake my past, the failure’s left behind.
Lord, take my life and crush it ‘til it shifts to the will of Thine.

 Lord, take me from the potter’s wheel and melt me back again,
To that soft and pliable substance in your tender, loving hands.
Oh, Father, melt away all faults and make me pure all through,
‘Til I’m designed completely into the untouched image of You.