A Prayer in the Storm

July 31, 2016

Your will alone, and none of my own.

Whether healing or loss, I look to the cross.

All You have planned, I may not understand,

But I still trust in You, for that's all I can do.

Since You know it all, on my knees I will fall.

Every night, every day, I will constantly pray

For Your will to be done, for the war to be won.

Resting in Your embrace, I continue this race.

I go, fearless, ahead, knowing that in my stead

You are carrying me, being all I can't be.

Your strength alone, and none of my own

Will carry me through, I trust only in You.

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