"Not my will, but Thine, O Lord, be done"
seemed at one time an impossible prayer.
I loved my will! To me it seemed no sin
to act upon it quickly, and defer
obedience to God's will till later on
when life was less exciting, when the fire
of human will was less intense—the charm
of human ways less likely to beguile.
Headlong I went, heedless what path I took,
scratched by the brambles, lost in the tangled way,
till on His shoulder calmly carried back,
like a child I wept, now willing to obey—
learning at last what truly can fulfill:
one Love, one Life, one Mind, one sovereign will.
