Not My Own Will, Lord
I want to quit striving;
I want to just be
A star in your sky,
Or a fish in your sea,
Following your currents,
Obeying your signs–
Not my own will,
But your good designs.
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Photo: Young mergansers following their mom at sunset
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Kelsey
I love your short poem sis! Here is a short poem I wrote. I bet you can guess who it is about.
He’s gone, He’s gone, I did it! He’s gone.
I said goodbye for the last time. He is no longer going to make me cry.
Gone from his clutches, into His grace,
He’s gone, He’s gone, I did it! He’s gone.
Hannah
I love your poem, too!! Great job sis.
Gail Myers
Hannah, I also love this poem and the picture. Soon it will be “sunset” at the cabin and another season marked for our memories. Such a peaceful picture representing the marvel of God’s creation.
Hannah
Thank you Mom! It was such a beautiful night to sit down at the dock.