Caged Bird Free

My stubborn will at last has yielded,

I would be Thine,  and Thine alone

And this the prayer my lips are bringing,

Lord, let in me Thy will be done.

Thy  precious will, O conquering Savior,

Doth now embrace and compass me;

All discords hushed, my peace a river,


My soul a prisoned bird set free.

Sweet will of God

Still fold me closer,

Till I am wholly lost in Thee.


-“Sweet Will of God” by Mrs. C.H. Morris


Have Your Own Way Lord

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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.”

– Adelaide Pollard