Poem August 8, 1936 Issue

Thy Will

LOLA ALICE DUNNAVANT

I do not choose this way, I said,
In which my race to run.
But presently I bowed my head
And spoke, Thy will be done.

Not mine to limit or outline
The source of my supply;
Not mine to point out or design
Wherein my work will lie.

But mine to show a joyous share
Of love in every deed,
And mine to know my Father's care
Will meet my every need.

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