Verse 1:
I rarely run to You I feel I can handle
All the things I have to do but it gets me in trouble
I know that I should trust You more every day
But I can’t seem to move my pride out of the way
Chorus:
Please, Lord, help me to make
A way to get out of this state
I know You have the power to help me change
Make me like gold
Make me more malleable oh
More malleable, whoa
Verse 2:
The hardest thing to do is meet in the middle
Each time that I argue a different angle
I know that I should listen to what You say
But it’s harder to hear when I’m walking away
Bridge:
Maybe I’m not so tough
When things get really rough
I know You care enough
To mold me with Your love