A PRAYER

Your will, not mine my God
Yet I cry in anguish;
For the flesh is weak
And your help I seek
To lighten this rod
 And despair defeat.

Your will be done,
From your only son,
The night before His Calvary .
The words He spoke to You that night,
Has won for man eternal life,
For the cross He carried, as 'twas your will,
He bore with love in Your guiding light
When He died on Calvary .

We try to give, yet fight to keep
This will of ours, our love ones seek;
 So help me God to accept your ways
Not dwell in sorrow all my days,
 But carry the cross You've given me,
 As did Christ at Calvary.

                         © Helen Catherine Cramer
                         February, 1983.

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