Not my will but Yours
Let this cup of pain and anguish pass over me. Take it away Father. There must be another way to redeem mankind.
Oh! The thought of the nails, piercing through my flesh, the heavy cross, to be laid on my shoulders, the mockery, the spite, the thorns from the crown.
Take it away from me Father.
Not my will but Yours.
Where do I run to?
Where do I go to,?
You knew me from my mother’s womb, planned my days, charted my course.
Your will is the blueprint for my life.
That’s why I can endure my present troubles. I can stay where my flesh seeks to jump away from.
I can carry the cross, take the stripes, endure the pains.
Knowing that Your will is redemption for many lost souls, hope for the hopeless and life to the dead.
Your will is generous, encompassing and selfless. Nothing like the transient and momentary relief I’d get if I had my way. So I say Father; let it always be Your will and not mine.
Not my will but Yours.