by Jerry Senn
Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own way!
Thou art the potter, I am the clay:
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
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.
Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, Hold my, I pray!
Power, all power, Surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!
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 (1852-1934)
This great hymn is based on Jeremiah 18:3-4:
“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.”
What a challenge it is for us to yield our minds and hearts to the will of the master Potter, our wonderful Father above. Only He can mold us and make us after His will.