Your Will

Your Will

It’s only God that holds me high,

When I feel hurt; about to die,

If I am faced with grief and pain,

Your will for me will e’re remain.

While man’s great intellect on earth-

May solve grand problems and have worth,

Is it the “ultimate”; my god?

Do I bow down and give it laud?

Or having riches, land or pow’r,

Are these my gods when life is dour?

I hate to say I’ve tried each one,

Until my life became undone.

And, now undone, and on my knees,

Yes, bent and broken I said, “Please,”

“Oh, take my life and make it thine,”

I want Your will; please make it mine!”

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 28, 2015