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. 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!
We often have trouble waiting, yielding and being still. We want to rush the Potter. We become pretty stiff clay don’t we? We feel like we know better what the finished piece should look like. We want to control the process. We want to avoid the fire of life’s kiln. We are familiar with wounded and weary. In those times we are needing the power of the Potter and welcome His touch of healing. In those times we’re more malleable. A beautiful pottery piece is the result of the skill of the potter. The potter knows the clay. He knows what is needed. The potter gives. The clay receives. Praying this day we yield to the guidance of the Potter’s healing hands as He moulds and makes us after His will.
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