HIS WILL

			Oh Lord, I want to be as beautiful 
			as gold, as strong as steel. 
			These traits stand out 
			and draw me close with their appeal.


			But then I always shy away 
			from awful burning heat. 
			I'd far, far rather just forget--
			and sleep.


			Gently though, I start to hear 
			Your garden prayer 
			and see that He heard You, 
			and even still 
			brought on that fiery, bitter cup--
			His will.


			And then the Spirit takes
			Your agony and pain 
			and pictures in my mind 
			the only way to gain. 
			The longed-for gold and steel 
			come only to the slain.


			Lord, I still don't like the 
			bitter fiery cup. 
			But I too, kneel down and 
			then, to drink, rise up 
			knowing You will surround 
			with angel-strength divine. 
			And that I'll walk on more beautiful--refined!


			Luke 22:40-46 and Hebrews 5:7

			Carolyn Roper