Not My Will, Oh Lord, But Thine

A Poem By Libby // 12/2/2018

I want them to know
But how can I tell them?
My heart is full
But my mouth stumbles
I cannot say what is deepest in my heart.
Father, help me!
I am weak,
Unable,
Unfit to do the work before me.
Fill me, Father,
Show me your words
That what I say
Will not be from
Me
But from
You.
You do not stumble…
Your will is always done.
What else can I say?
You are good,
Lord.
Let your will be done.

Comments

Beautiful <3

I love this poem, Libby, and so true. Thank you. <3

Heather Jones | Sun, 12/02/2018

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

I find this very relatable.

I find this very relatable. Thank you for sharing, dear. <3

Damaris Ann | Mon, 12/03/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Oh Libby, this echos a lot

Oh Libby, this echos a lot what I'm struggling with! Thank you! <3

Joy J. | Tue, 12/04/2018

C.H. Spurgeon - "God’s mercy is so great that you may sooner drain the sea of its water, or deprive the sun of its light, or make space too narrow, than diminish the great mercy of God. "

Thank you all so much. <3

Thank you all so much. <3

Libby | Sat, 01/05/2019

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

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