"Now it's in Your hands, dear Father.
I (mortal man) can do no more.
I surrender this false sense of self which
testified so long that men
control their own destiny;
control it through the use of matter-mass
called brain."
What a gross lie!
What an unjust sentence!
I give it up.
And even as I surrender this false claim,
I rebel.
I rebel against all eons (which total
not one microsecond
in light of God's infinity),
all the eons of worldly history
that picture man as victim,
as sickly, lacking, sinning,
oppressed, dying.
I turn.
I turn fully and humbly
to that which is always true of man:
I have no mortal fate!
I have never been outside
my Father-Mother's care.
O perfect child of God (now beheld)!
Let false history disappear
beneath His light.
He and He alone decides my present course.
Now, I know . . .
as now God knows
that all His certain answers
are already included in Him,
and thus in me, His child.
It was always thus.
It will always be.
