Almighty! Listen! I am dust.
Yet spirit am I, so I trust.
Let come what may of life or death,
I trust Thee with my sinking breath.
I trust Thee, though I see Thee not
In heaven or earth or any spot.
I trust Thee till I shall know why
There’s one to live and one to die.
I trust Thee till Thyself shall prove
Thee Lord of life and death and love.
A great secret of comfort lies in “Not my will, but Thine.” When we can say this and abandon ourselves and all in our life that causes perplexity or care, into the hands of divine wisdom and love, the struggle is over and the peace of God is already keeping our heart in quietness and confidence. This was the secret of the comfort which came to our Lord Himself in Gethsemane. He was face to face with the most terrible experience any soul ever met in this world. The record says He was exceeding sorrowful, even unto death. “Being in agony He prayed.” The Holy Sufferer pleaded that the cup of bitter anguish now being held to His lips might pass from Him. Never was more intense prayer offered to the Father. But amid the anguished pleading was heard the self restraining word of submission, “Not My will, but Thine, be done.” There was something more important than the granting of the suppliant’s request – it was that the purpose of God for Him that hour should go on unhindered.
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