Moldéame
Lucas Conslie
Mold Me
I just want to be like You, Jesus
Here I am willing to die
So that You may grow in me
In weakness
You become strong every day
And like clay
In the potter's hands
Mold me, eh, eeh
Transform me, eh, eeh
Make me in Your image
Christ Jesus
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
I just want to be like You, Jesus
Here I am willing to die
So that You may grow in me
In weakness
You become strong every days
And like clay
In the potter's hands
Mold me, eh, eeh
Transform me, eh, eeh
Make me in Your image
Christ Jesus
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
You are our hope
King of glory
Hope of glory
Is that Christ is in us
Through His glorious cross
And for eternity, we will overcome
We will remain
Mold me, eh, eeh
Transform me, eh, eeh
Make me in Your image
Christ Jesus
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
Hope of glory
Is that Christ is in us
Through His glorious cross
And for eternity, we will overcome
We will remain
We will overcome
We will remain
All my life is in You
I depend fully on You
My hope is in the Lord
All my life expresses His reality
I will remain in You
We will overcome
We will remain
Mold me, eeh
Transform me
Make me in Your image
Christ Jesus
Oh, oh, oh, ohh