What If Your Best

I'm trying hard to keep from falling off this wheel

Trying hard to keep so still

As You're shaping and remaking

Something new is bound to surface

Something bound to bring You fame

Something sure to make You great, something You can use

But I am only clay and clay doesn't get to choose

I want Your best but what if Your best is brokenness

Would I be broken?

I want Your best but what if it's less than what I ask

And what I'm hoping?

What if Your best is here in the waiting

Here in the going through the motions?

I'll still be trusting all I am and all have

And nothing less to potter's hands

I'm trying hard to keep from giving You advice

It's like teaching Shakespeare how to write

Or Monet, the way to paint another scene

But there's just something in this amateur that thinks

That my opinion's what You need on how to work in me

But I am only clay and clay probably shouldn't speak

I want Your best but what if Your best is brokenness

Would I be broken?

I want Your best but what if it's less than what I ask

And what I'm hoping?

What if Your best is here in the waiting

Here in the going through the motions?

I'll still be trusting all I am and all have

And nothing less

So take my life and let it be consecrated just to thee

Take my voice and let me sing for You my King

Take my moments and my days

And let them flow in ceaseless praise

For You always, for You

I want Your best but what if Your best is brokenness

Would I be broken?

I want Your best but what if it's less than what I ask

And what I'm hoping?

What if Your best is here in the waiting

Here in the going through the motions?

I'll still be trusting all I am and all I have

And nothing less, only here for You to mold

I'm holding on because I belong in potter's hands