NOT MY WILL,
BUT THINE, FATHER
by Eva
He awakened from His sleep
Before the break of day
To find a place of solitude
Where He could kneel and pray.
His spirit, quiet and gentle,
Was as a little lamb.
His soul, bold as a lion;
His body, that of a man.
In prayer, He sought His Father
Before the rising sun,
That He might work His perfect will
Before the day was done.
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