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Waiting, Yielded, and Still - Jeremiah 18: 1-10

The great old hymn of a past age
'have thine own way Lord' has said
surrendering to God's will in one's life
God's the potter, we're the clay to be as dead

In God's will seek God's approval
resign oneself for a mould and make
learn to be waiting on the Lord
in His time for it's for your sake

Lord please search and try me
help us to yield under your hand
bow our will to fit into yours
hold me so we're able to stand

So much action in this world
it's a strange thing to be still
but God requires us to know Him
still is the key no matter our will

Have thine own way Lord
you are the potter make us bow
with the clay accordingly at will
in your presence do it now

(The Potter and the Clay
The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord:  “Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will let you hear[a] my words.”  So I went down to the potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel.  And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.
Then the word of the Lord came to me:  “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.  If at any time I declare concerning a nation or a kingdom, that I will pluck up and break down and destroy it,  and if that nation, concerning which I have spoken, turns from its evil, I will relent of the disaster that I intended to do to it.  And if at any time I declare concerning a nation or a kingdom that I will build and plant it,  and if it does evil in my sight, not listening to my voice, then I will relent of the good that I had intended to do to it.)
Jeremiah 18: 1-10 (ESV)

(Have Thine own way, Lord,
  Have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter,
  I am the clay.
Mould me and make me
  After Thy will,
While I am waiting,
  Yielded and still.
2
Have Thine own way, Lord,
  Have Thine own way;
Search me and try me,
  Master, today.
Whiter than snow, Lord,
  Wash me just now,
As in Thy presence
  Humbly I bow.
3
Have Thine own way, Lord,
  Have Thine own way;
Wounded and weary,
  Help me, I pray.
Power, all power,
  Surely is Thine,
Touch me and heal me,
  Savior divine.
4
Have Thine own way, Lord,
  Have Thine own way;
Hold o’er my being
  Absolute sway.
Fill with Thy Spirit
  Till all shall see
Christ only, always,
  Living in me.
- Adelaide A. Pollard(1862-1934)

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