Your Will, Not Mine
by Barbara Philbrook

Your will, not mine, Lord. That is what I desire.
So fill me with peace Lord. Remove Satan's muck and mire.

I know You can and will heal if it is Your will,
and I want to say no matter what, I love You still.

There is nothing wrong with coming home to be with You,
and leaving this sin filled world tis true.

There's nothing wrong with waking in a body free of pain,
knowing I'll never have to cry again.

Nothing wrong with being in heaven for eternity,
with You, Jesus, and The Holy Spirit, all three.

Walking on streets paved in gold,
listening to the saints in heaven their stories unfold.

Nothing wrong and I look forward to the day,
when You meet me at the gate in Your loving way.

An embrace like none I ever experienced in the past,
when I walk through those pearly gates at last.

So whether it is now or later on,
just be assured that Your warm embrace is what I'm counting upon.

Your will, not mine, is what I want it to be,
that determines my final destiny.

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