How easy it is fall from Sunday morning's pew-secure 'Thy-Way, Lord
to Monday morning's My-way Highway😐
and the past few devotions
...are part of the inspiration for this poem
Holy and wholly Thine
Lord, teach us how to pray
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Thou Potter, I, the clay
Except the kernel falls
Into the ground and dies
It cannot yield
The goodly field
That broken seed supplies
The hardest death we die
Is veiled in life's façade
As we resign
The will of ‘mine’
To ‘Thine alone, Oh God’
Aha, tis not the gift
That anchors and assures
But mortal lives
Through He who gives
And only death/faith secures
How easily we fall
Not to the ground to die
But to the taunts
Of selfish wants
And mistrust’s crafty lie
Holy and wholly Thine
No lesser pleas avail
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
All else is but to fail
© Janet Martin
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Matt 6:10
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