Not My Will

Part 1:

“Not My will, but Yours be done,”
   Prayed the sinless, selfless Son,
God’s determined course to run:
   “Not My will, but Yours be done.”

Hail His true humanity,
   How He groaned in agony,
Yet the valiant victory won:
   “Not My will, but Yours be done.”

Lord, that cup for You prepared
   To no pain can be compared.
Dreadful price You had to pay,
   “Not My will, but Yours,” to say.

Part 2:

Why should I then struggle so
   In my heart that peace to know?
Why such anguish just to say,
   “Not my will, but Yours,” each day?

But my cherished hopes still cling
   To my thirsts’ unsated sting
With such primal urgency,
   “Not my will,” could never be.

So forlorn, my longing soul,
   Raw with pangs I can’t control,
Proves the power’s not in me,
   “Not my will,” to truly plea.

Part 3:

Fervent yearnings never rest.
   Every moment seems a test.
Lord, I need Your strength to bow,
   “Not my will,” to want right now.

Grant Your sweet, sufficient grace
   From my heart Your name to praise.
Set my mind on things above,
   Not my will, but Yours to love.

For the blessings can’t be told
   When a selfish will You mold
For the glory of God’s Son—
   Not my will, but Yours be done!

Ed Morris, 2008

This page copyright © 2008 Edward A. Morris.  Created September 6, 2008.  Last updated September 8, 2008.

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