Offering
Like clay in Your hands
Mold me any way You want to
Like change in Your pocket
Lord, spend me at Your will
Like a fine, fine wine
Pour me out for Your good pleasure
I want to be an offering
I’ll be an offering for You
I don’t care if this world thinks I’m a fool
I must become much less so that You become more
I want to be an offering
Spend my life
Spend my life