Not my will, but Thine

I want my heart so cleared of self
That my dear Lord can come
And set up His own furnishings,
And make my heart His home.

And since I know what this requires
Each morning, while it’s still,
I slip into that secret place
And leave with Him my will.

He always takes it graciously,
Presenting me with His;
I’m ready, then, to meet the day
And any task there is.

And this is how my Lord controls
My interests, my ills,
Because we meet at break of day
For an exchange of wills.

Anna Jane Grannis