NOT WHAT I WILL

Not what I will or what others desire,
Tis to Your Will Father that I aspire.

Not what I’d like or wish could be;
instead what You desire for and from me.

Not as I hope or dream in my sleep,
nor any family tradition I used to keep.

Nothing inherited from generations past,
no earthly possession that can’t last.

Not what I imagine will eventually be;
only Dear Father what You want for me.

Not what I will while this life I live,
only what You Dear Father desire to give!




©Barbara Philbrook
February 13, 2003
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