Molded (Duet with Natasha Morrissey)

Chorus

Take me in your hands

I am clay

Mold the life you want

Build the soul you need

Master of the plans

I will stay

In your glory

Living to obey

Verse

Small crumbs on a holy plate

Waiting for the call

Hands are open wide tonight

I feel nothing else at all

Walk the line you drew

Sultry winds will blow me through

Gold across the morning sky

Looking for a place to die

Higher than the stars

Deep as every heavy scar

Mercy on the vine

Drink the holy bitter wine

Give the word

The humble voice is heard

Body is a shell

Keep me from the empty well

Yours to move

Find a better groove

Dust inside a storm

Take a different form

One final bow

Starting right now

Chorus

Take me in your hands

I am clay

Mold the life you want

Build the soul you need

Master of the plans

I will stay

In your glory

Living to obey

Chorus

Take me in your hands

I am clay

Mold the life you want

Build the soul you need

Master of the plans

I will stay

In your glory

Living to obey