Have Thine Own Way Lord

Last week was a whirl-wind of activity, we're still all tired.

Dear family members are extremely sick.

My sister is just about to have her baby.

I'm releasing an eBook.

Health Insurance has gone up.

I'm still recovering from infections.

It's so easy to get overwhelmed.

I couldn't write something profound if I tried.

I'll just allow the poetry of A.A. Pollard speak for itself.

Have Thine own way, Lord
Have Thine own way
Thou are 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
Help me I pray
Power all power surely is Thine
Touch me and heal me
Savior divine

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