I Am the Clay

Every day we face uncertainty, we are thrown into confusion.
Direct my feet; point me in the right direction.
Light my path, oh God, for I fear these demons around me.
Ripping at my back, they’d love nothing more than to watch me fall.
They claw at me; they gnash their teeth.
Save me from the nightmare I have made.
Use Your hands to shape me into the man You would have me be.
Use Your finger to paint the picture You’d like to see.
Pour Your spirit into me; breathe the breath of life in my lungs.
Help me find out where it is that I belong in this portrait.
Tell me where it is that I fit into this puzzle. Guide my feet along this path.
You are the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me, this is what I pray.