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,
Unfit to do the work before me.
How am I your child?
Fill me, Father,
Show me your words
That what I say
Will not be from
But from
You do not stumble…
Your will is always done.
What else can I say?


Beautiful <3

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

Heather Jones | Sun, 12/02/2018

psalm 84:10 esv / *thumbs-up*

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. "


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