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Monday, October 19, 2020

Thy-Way or My-Way Highway





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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