Heavenly Father,

You are the Potter, and I am the clay. Mold me and fashion me according to Your perfect will. Forgive me for the times I have been marred by my own choices, pride, or weakness. Search my heart, Lord, and if there is any evil way in me, lead me to true repentance so that You may relent of disaster and instead restore my soul.

I know that Your discipline is a sign of Your profound love. Correct me when I stray, Lord, and punish me as a loving Father must, but let Your mercy triumph over judgment. Do not cast me away, but recreate me into a beautiful new vessel that pleases You.

We are the people of Your pasture and the sheep of Your hand. You are our Good Shepherd, the one who leaves the ninety-nine to pursue the one who is lost. Even when I feel the weight of Your correction, I will trust in Your rod and Your staff to comfort me. Wash me clean, bind up my wounds, and love me even more through the healing. Hold me fast in Your hands forever.

In Jesus name, Amen.