Not My Will, Oh Lord, But Thine

Submitted by Libby on Sun, 12/02/2018 - 07:27

I want them to know
But how can I tell them?
My heart is full
But my mouth stumbles
I cannot say what is deepest in my heart.
Father, help me!
I am weak,
Unable,
Unfit to do the work before me.
Fill me, Father,
Show me your words
That what I say
Will not be from
Me
But from
You.
You do not stumble…
Your will is always done.
What else can I say?
You are good,
Lord.
Let your will be done.

Author's age when written
15
Genre
Poetry
Notes

Written when struggling with pride, speech-writing, and just an overwhelming night of craziness and thought.

Comments

Heather Jones

Mon, 12/03/2018 - 03:10

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I love this poem, Libby, and so true. Thank you. <3

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

Joy J.

Tue, 12/04/2018 - 06:32

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Oh Libby, this echos a lot what I'm struggling with! Thank you! <3

C.S. Lewis ~ "He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less."