Yet Not As I Will, But As You Will. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Not my will, but Yours be done.
The sufferings of this present time
are not worthy to be compared
with the glory that is going
be revealed to the lover of God.

My father, it is too painful
to drink from this cup
of terrible sufferings.

Please take it away from me.
Yet not as I will, but as You will.

I am obedient to you until death.
My heart, do notvacillate
about your decision to serve
the Lord of your soul, your God.

I was fighting against myself.
All You asked was that I cease
to want what I willed,
and begin to want, what You willed.

Yet not as I will, but as You will.

(Graphic: Images Of Jesus Praying In The Garden Of Gethsemane - Free Clipart)