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The confusion of "my" Will


 

Ecclesiastes 3:14 New English Translation (NET Bible)

God’s Sovereignty

14 I also know that whatever God does will endure forever;
nothing can be added to it, and nothing taken away from it.
God has made it this way, so that men will fear him.

 

How to remove my will where Christ reigns without restraint

As my will opposes the calmness possibly among the saints?

 

Scary thought to be a cobra as my will strikes with little warning

To achieve the wants in me, like a snake disobeys a charmer.

 

Moving on to the sound of my desires hypnotized by the lower me

As the ones with me are weighing my performance as it will be

 

Is it me who has the power to submit my will and let it be gone to die?

So the Will from Heaven showers all my needs to remove the dying life.

 

Upside down is my reason, as my will is absorbed with the self.

In a bastion of a deep season where the drawbridge seems bereft

 

Jan Wienen

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