Lord,
My life is in your hands.
All decitions I have given to you, everything, all that I am.
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I do not know where this road will lead me.
To be honest, Abba, I do not even know if I'm walking. Sometimes I think I'm just floating, my youth renewed like the Eagles.
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It's certainly not my strenght, Lord, that uphold me.
It's certainly not my heart thinking loving thoughts of others.
It's certainly not my beauty that shines through.
Father, Beloved, it is all You.
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I sometimes think I feel your plans,
not with emotions fluctuating as they are, Lord, but like a sense of the Spirit, and I think I know... just for a second part of your plan.
Then I am reminded again, of my childlikeness,
that I think I see, though only in the eyes of a child.
You see it all so much clearer, Papa. And when I guess, You know.
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Therefore I lay down all I am, everything I cherish and hold dear, all I want and dream to pursue, and leave it in Your hands. Far better a steward of it are You, Lord, of my life, than I could ever be.
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Far bigger plans have You, Lord, which of I could never dream. My mind and heart are not able to form such thoughts, so perfect and loving-kind as Yours.
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Your beautiful Plan, Lord, Your precious, lovable Will.
My Beloved one, let Your Will be done.
Never mind my whining and frustration,
never mind my distrust and my fear.
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Thy Will be done, Father. You lead my steps, relieve my fears, gain my trust.
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I am Yours and I will go through it all if You want me to.
