| 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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