Thy Will...Will Be Done

“Then he placed his right hand on me and said:

 'Do not be afraid. 

I am the First and the Last.'” 

~ Revelation 1:17

A Good Song To Sing At the Top of our lungs

No Matter What...

But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come:

2 Tim.3:1

This verse should strike a sacred awareness in all of us!

While throngs stampede super-markets preparing for What If,

The Great Inevitable(death) remains exactly where it always has been!

Imagine if we took the same dire efforts to prepare for Certainty 

as we seem to be, for Uncertainty

Thy Majesty sketched on thin air, etched in rock, sand and sea

Thy Deity beyond compare, all else ascribes to Thee

Thy Triune Eternality that none can thwart or trip

Thy Unequivocal Authority and Authorship

Thy Will, will be done, Father, Son and Spirit undeterred

Thy Kingdom never overthrown; nothing alters Thy Word

Thy Mercy new each morning whether we believe or not

Thy Love imbued with warning to take captive every thought

Thy Providence intent upon much more than daily bread

Thy Only Son the One you sent to crush the serpent’s head

Thy Power to proclaim; even death tendered its control

Thy Name above all names alone to save the living soul

Thy Grace sufficient for the day, whatever it may send

Thy Ways omniscient; far too great for man to comprehend

Thy Law supreme and contrary to human nature’s lust

Thy Thought above our arbitrary schemes scratched in the dust

Thy Holiness unspotted though stripped, scourged and crucified

Thy Humility scoffed at by hate’s ignorance and pride

Thy Compassion, it failed not as you cried, ‘Father, forgive’

Thy Ration for Redemption full-supplied; ‘ah, look and live’

Thy Evidence Unrivaled while doubter’s still seek fool’s proof

Thy Word, The Holy Bible, God-breathed infallible Truth

Thy Presence never leaves or forsakes us; then bid fear flee

Surely Thy Goodness follows us until we dwell with Thee

Thy Promises an ample stronghold in this world below

Thy Kindness our example not to return blow for blow

Thy Wisdom better than the choice of much gold’s cold embrace

Thy Whisper the same Voice that spoke Creation into place

Thy Hand (scarred with man's treason) in complete, perfect Command

Thy peace to surpass Reason we will never understand

Thy Hope where Unbelief achieves terrible times foretold

Thy Joy, in spite of utter grief for those outside The Fold

Thy Will, will be done; 'til not one jot or tittle remains

Then

Thy Kingdom, power and glory forever and ever reigns

Amen

© Janet Martin

 “The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.  

What can man do to me?  

The Lord is with me; he is my helper.” 

~ Psalm 118:6-7