The Vessel

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1 min
The billows blow, the flames they roar,
The shadow grows, on the stone-cold floor!
The hammer falls, the metal bends,
The Blacksmith on, the Fire depends!

Tho’ it may be painful, place me on the anvil,
Tho’ I’ll need to surrender, teach me to just stay still.
Make me pure, as a snow-white dove,
Make me perfect, as the Father above!

With Your eternal fire, please fill me up,
Fill me with it, as You would a cup.

Move me, shape me,
Make me into what You want me to be;
Bend me, consume me,
Make me into what You want me to be!

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