Jesus prayed long ago in the Garden -- "Father, . . . not My will, but Thine be done." Since that memorable day so long ago, multitudes have come, as Jesus did, to that moment of decision -- weighing the cost of surrendering all to the Father's will!
Lelia Morris expresses it much better than I can in the words of her beautiful song:
"My stubborn will at last hath yielded;
I would be Thine, and Thine alone.
And this the prayer my lips are bringing:
Lord, let in me Thy will be done.
I'm tired of sin, foot-sore and weary;
The dark-some path hath dreary grown.
But now a light has risen to cheer me;
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.
Thy precious will, O conquering Saviour,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed -- my peace a river,
My soul -- a prisoned bird set free.
Shut in with Thee, O lord, forever.
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What power from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God's will -- my home!
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee."
A. W. Tozer has said:
"Outside of the will of God there is nothing I want -- and in the will of God there is nothing I fear." Praise the Lord! What a blessed place to be --- right in the center of the Sweet Will of God!
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