Ever wonder why God made doing His will so hard?

	A STRUGGLE BETWEEN TWO WILLS

Why did you make me thus, o Lord?
	I am just a mortal man.
While there is much that I can know
	Still I don't understand your plan.

Why did you make me so like you?
	I think about it still
For you did make me most like you
	When you gave to me a will.

If only you had not given to me
	This human will of my own
Than I could freely do your will
	And your will alone.

There would never be a conflict
	Between my God and I
If I could somehow loose this will
	Or simply make it die.

Then like a cherub or a bird
	I could freely sing,
For I would be like a puppet
	Hanging from a string.

But it would not honor you
	To have a zombie for a slave.
Your son had a human will
	As He faced the grave.

And He, too, had the struggle
	Inside the garden wall
He did not want to do your will
	(At least that's what I recall).

And yet He did it with His will in tact
	Submitting to your own
And when He left the garden
	He walked that road alone

And so it is that I struggle
	As my will wants its own way,
For God, it is never realy easy
	To learn how to obey.

And so I'll take this will of mine,
	And after our battle is through,
Help me to submit my will to yours
	And do what you want me to.

For my human will, as I know quite well,
	Will always be OK
If I can just submit it to you.
	If I can but learn to obey.

Then I can hold my head up high
	And you will be really proud,
If both my heart and this will of mine
	Has in all humility bowed.

May I, like your Son in the garden,
	From angels take a buffer,
For as I do your perfect will
	My own will may have to suffer.

Then like Jesus on that Easter morning
	I, too, shall know the release,
That laying aside my will for yours
	Is the only way to peace.


ghvs 3/15/97