Not my will, God, not my will,
Will keep my anxious mind still;
Not my desire, this broken cup,
Won't ever hold the fruit of Love.
Not my heart, God, not my heart,
Will choose to set myself aright;
Not my heart, this hardened lump,
Will not be softened by the Light.
Not my soul, Father, not my soul,
It won't be less to be made whole;
Not my soul, this darkened thing,
Will not bow down before its King.
Break my will, Lord, break my will,
Make this mind of mine stand still;
Renew my heart, this calloused rebel,
Save me, Jesus, from eternity in Hell!
By: Jeffrey E. Pollock
He must increase, but I must decrease.
John 3:30
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