Not My Will, But Thine Be Done
We like sheep have gone astray
from the path the Lord has willed -
each has turned to his own way
and for such, Christ's blood was spilled.
Asking, "Father fashion me
in the image of thy Son”;
may my sole petition be,
"not my will, but thine be done".
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