An Exchange of Wills
By Anna Jane Granniss
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 room,
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
interest, my ills,
Because we
meet at break of day,
For an exchange of wills.