I try to be virtuous and tall,
but being weak, I stumble, and I fall

So, I ask you, Lord, take this piece of clay
and mold me as you will
until this rebellious heart grows still

Mold me, then hold me in your light
until you find me worthy in your sight

Lord, I try to be virtuous and tall
but, time and time again
I stumble, and I fall

So accept me now I pray,

Unworthy and imperfect as I am.
Hold me, God's most precious lamb

Remember Lord; I am of Royal Blood, accept me, mold me

Until you find me worthy,

And make the bells of heaven ring;
after all, I am a prince of Royal Blood,
God, my Father, is the King.