Your Will

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Your will, Lord.

We pray the words,

but do our hearts hear?


Your will, Lord.

The surrender of self

in all humility.


Your will, Lord.

Belief without doubt,

a childlike trust.


Your will, Lord.

Be it done as You desire.

Mold me in the palm of Your hand.



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