Take this man made of clay
Teach me, Lord, to obey
Take this life, so easily torn
Take this man, fill me, Lord
Teach me, Lord, to believe
How to give, not receive
Take this heart, so insecure
Take this man, fill me, Lord
(Fill my, my Lord)
Fill me, Lord
(Fill my, my Lord)
Sometimes I feel, ooh, so downright mean
Ah, this heart can be so cold and worn
Ah, Your Spirit makes me feel so new and clean
When You take me, You break me, fill me, Lord
(Fill my, my Lord)
Ooh, fill me, Lord
(Fill my, my Lord)
Teach me, Lord, to leave my past
For the future comes far too fast
When it's time to cut that silvery chord
Take this man, fill me, Lord
(Fill my, my Lord)
Ooh, fill me, Lord
(Fill my, my Lord)
Fill me, Lord