“Thy will be done.” Not with bowed head alone,
In meek submission, would we say the words;
Not only in the Garden’s agony
May this our prayer be, as it was our Lord’s;
But through the smoke and conflict of our life
We catch a glimpse of glory to be won;
Our Captain calls; we plunge into the fight,
And shout our battle cry, “Thy will be done.”
William P. Merrill.
The will of God is perfect in its beauty and its goodness. It is flawless. It shines with the radiance of heaven. It is warm with divine love and tenderness. Being the will of our Father who is in heaven, its direction is always infallible. It makes no mistakes. It never points the wrong way. It never leads into peril. It marks the one straight way home.
Yet many people seem always to dread the will of God. They think of it as something which involves sacrifice and suffering. They always say “Thy will be done,” with quivering lips, as if it meant a sore loss, a bitter disappointment, keen anguish, the giving up of something dear and precious. They have learned to think of God’s will only in connection with their sorrows and trials.
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