Obedience

Not mine, but Thine—How sweet the thought!Vain, foolish longings cannot seeThe wisest path to choose.But radiant truth is guiding me,And there is nought to lose.Thy will, dear Father, is the wayTo peace and joy divine.Oh, teach me from my heart to say,Not mine, but Thine!

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