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Thou shall also be a crown of Glory in the hand of the
Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God. Thou shall no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: But thou shall be called Hephzibah, and thy land Beulah: for the Lord delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married. For as a young man marrieth a virgin,
so shall thy sons marry thee: and as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice over thee.
Isaiah 62: 3-5

Have your own way Lord, Have your own way. You are the Potter I am the clay. Mold me and make me after your will While I am waiting, yielded and still.