Thy Will, Not Mine(?)

Thy will, oh Lord, not mine…

And yet I relentlessly cling to the past,

As though recalling would make things last.

I can’t let go of what has been:

My heart and mind is chained within.

 

Thy will, oh Lord, not mine…

But I hold fast to standards high

For reasons which I don’t know why–

Perhaps to please the flitting crowd

Or stick to “promises” I’ve vowed.

 

Thy will, oh Lord, not mine…

Still deep inside I nourish dreams.

The future–it is bleak, it seems.

Why can’t I trust the One who knows

My past, my now, all my tomorrows?!

 

(27 January 1987)

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Author: nrdna

God's servant, PK (pastor's kid), PW (pastor's wife), PM (pastor's mom), youth ministry for life (YM4L), seminary prof, freelance writer, seminar/workshop facilitator, nature lover, green thumb, serial reader, bibliovore, cinemaphile

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