It is not mine to plan, or worry so.
Mine to reflect, nor question as I go;
Mine just to let Thy will be done in me,
And know that naught can mar Thy perfect harmony,
That all of joy and peace and happiness is mine
If I but strive to mold my will to Thine.
Thy will is love: I could not ask for more;
All things will work together for my good
If I but set aside all mortal plans.
Where once I stood,
Debating, anxious, worried, and footsore,
I now see clearly, for Love points the way;
Self-will is gone,
Eternal Mind holds sway!
