After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. 10 Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Woe to him who strives with him who formed him, a pot among earthen pots! Does the clay say to him who forms it, What are you making? or Your work has no handles? 10 Woe to him who says to a father, What are you begetting? or to a woman, With what are you in labor?
Hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
How often we strive with You, our Maker!
How often we strive with You, our Father!
How often we strive with You, our Potter!
Does the creature strive with his Creator?
Does the babe strive with his Father?
Does the clay strive with the Potter?
We were once dead to You.
Our hearts were hearts of stone.
In Christ You have taken away our hearts of stone.
You have put Your Spirit within us.
You have made us alive to You.
You have given us warm hearts of flesh.
Yet we confess we have allowed our hearts to grow hard and cold.
Jesus Christ, our Baptizer, come and baptize us with your fire.
Holy Spirit, come to us, sanctify us, purify us.
Your Word is like a fire.
Your Word is like a hammer.
Thaw our cold hearts.
Break our hard hearts.
Give us moldable minds.
that we might no longer strive with You, our Father
that we might no longer strive with You, our Potter
that we might no longer strive with You, our Father
that we might no longer strive with You, our Potter
that we might no longer strive with You, our Father
that we might no longer strive with You, our Potter
Your are our Maker.
You are our Father.
We are Your new creation.
Do with us as You will.
You are our Potter.
We are the clay.
Do with us as You will.
You are our Father.
We are Your children.
You have breathed life into us.
We are Your new creation.
The Spirit of Your Son dwells within us.
So we might no longer pray like the first Adam:
(Adelaide A. Pollard, 1907)
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.
Confess how You have not allowed Your Maker, Your Father and Your Potter to mold you.
Ask Him to make you moldable in His hands.
May He give us a willingness to offer ourselves to be molded as He wills
that we might no longer strive with Him.