Thinking of Baby Dear

I was thumbing through the hymnal tonight with my five year old daughter. She loves to sing and we were working on learning a couple of the new songs we heard this past Sunday. I came across this song and it struck me. I couldn't help but think of our precious baby being molded and formed within by the Master Potter. As I sang through the words in my heart, it became a prayer for our little one we soon will meet as well as for myself. Not only is this baby being knit into the beautiful person the Lord desires, but I am also being changed, cleansed, and filled with His spirit as I learn to lean on His power and strength more and more each day. Thank you, Lord. And please, Have Thine Own Way!

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, help me, 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, 1862-1934