Surrender {Poem}

Sorry about the poetry jag the blog seems to have taken recently. Any suggestions to remedy that? Multiple conversations this week, in person and in pixels, have reminded me of this piece that I personally never stop needing to revisit.


Thanks for your prayers for R. Monday. We don't know the details, but he was back at work yesterday, so it seems God granted our requests. May He give you joy and sincere worship this weekend. ~cm

Thy will be done— 

Four little words,

Mighty in the divine fiat

To tumble mountains,

Overthrow kingdoms;

Open prison bars,

Shut lions’ mouths;

Strengthen Gethsemanes,

Cheat death of its prey.

Mere syllables—

As You wish,

A verbal curtsy—

To unleash the Lion of Judah

Into the jungle of my circumstances.

Only,

On close inspection,

Wasn’t the back door of His cage

Open all along?

Yet in meekness

The Lion waits,

Until I bid Him

Do His bidding.

Thy will be done—

The noblest petition,

Choosing His choice;

The one prayer

Never refused,

Always heard,

Had for the asking.