Treasure Island

Eberhard Arnold

(1883-1935 / Germany)

The Will


The will is a power.
In the spirit, it calls
you forth and gives
shape and form to all.

God’s will is plain:
he seeks readiness –
so let your will answer.
Let your no become yes.

When all feeling is gone
and all counsel fails,
then faith becomes action –
a goal fills its sails.

Night swallows what’s old
when faith catches fire.
The will reawakes,
sparks leap ever higher.

What’s withered burns up
and self-will dies.
Whom God claims as his,
in him faith will arise.

Faith’s entered in –
true conversion is here.
Now the will is pure
and active and clear.

God is this will,
and he gives from above
new life, where all
was dead, and new love.

Submitted: Monday, September 27, 2010

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