THY WILL BE DONE

 Here I am Beloved,
I come to do Your will,
I have wrestled long but now,
My pliant heart is still.

You've collected all my tears,
You heard each trembling sigh,
You rent my soul asunder,
Acquiescent now I lie.

The fight within has taken wings,
Submissively I cede,
Before Your will I am prostrate,
At last O Lord, I yield.

Myra D'Souza - 6th September 2015