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Adelaide Pollard was depressed and thought that God had deserted her.  She
had a great burden for the country of Africa and she believed that she
should go there as a missionary, but now as she was preparing to sail, it
was evident that the funds she needed could not be raised.  That evening she
read Jeremiah 18:3,4, the story of the potter.  As she read she believed the
story was her own.  "Perhaps", she said,  "my questioning of God's will
shows a flaw in life, so God has decided to break me, as the potter broke
the defective vessel, and then to mold my life again in His own pattern."
That evening she wrote the poem, which became the hymn, "Have Thine Own Way,
Lord."   Adelaide Pollard finally did minister for God in Africa.  She would
speak publicly until she was 72 years old.

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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 then 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!
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