If you insist on ministry clothed in the suit of man,
You will find yourself naked sir, and missing the Father’s plan.

CHORUS:

If you will not allow the Lord to strip you of your will,
If you refuse the blacksmith’s fire, and your turn at the Potter’s wheel,
You’ll never be a part of His Robe, a garment made for Him,
Woven from one thread, with no beginning or no end.

You can’t bring a healing, to your family or your friends
If they grab for filthy robes, instead of the Master’s hem.

CHORUS:

If you will not allow the Lord to strip you of your will,
If you refuse the blacksmith’s fire, and your turn at the Potter’s wheel,
You’ll never be a part of His Robe, a garment made for Him,
Woven from one thread, with no beginning or no end.

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You’ll never be a part of His Robe, a garment made for Him,
Woven from one thread, with no beginning or no end.
You’ll never be a part of His Robe.
You’ll never be a part of His Robe.