He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Can loving children e'er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to thee:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Oh, ne'er will I at life repine:
Enough that thou hast made it mine.
When falls the shadow cold of death
I yet will sing, with parting breath,
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Father! thy will, not mine, be done! Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to thee: Commttment to the creator a prayer poem. fine. tony
superb surrendered mind- Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to thee: ..........// beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU were, YOU are and YOU will be- but I was nothing, I am nothing and I shall be nothing; from this nothingness I wanna surrender myself to be everything into YOU; give me a room under YOUR throne.