EXCHANGE OF WILLS

By Anna Jane Granniss

 

I want my heart so cleared of self,

That my dear Lord can come,

And set up His own furnishings,

And make my heart – His home.

And since I know what this requires,

 

Each morning while it’s still,

I slip into that secret room,

And leave with Him – MY will.

 

He always takes it graciously,

Presenting me with His;

I’m ready then to meet the day,

And any task there is.

 

And this is how my Lord controls,

My interest, my ills,

Because we meet at break of day,

For an exchange of wills.