As I lay beside you in your bed,
My heart is so full of concern.
How I want to see you well again -
Is the prayer that within me burns.

To hear you laugh, as only you can do;
To see your precious smile light your face.
Each moment you have been with us,
Is a reminder of my Saviour's grace.

Though I knew you have a heart condition,
You've been so well, I had forgotten.
But seeing you lying there, so frail and weak,
My heart is burdened with overmuch grief.

Your sickness is a clear reminder -
That to us, you do not belong,
But are lent to us from The Master,
And I know He'll not steer us wrong.

You are our Lord's, and He knows best.
As He fulfills His perfect will,
In each of our lives, it's a test,
And we need but to stand still.

Too often we try so hard to control,
The circumstances that come our way.
Then these become a burden to our soul,
As we've led ourselves astray.

Dear God, if you choose to call her home -
Though I know my sorrow would be great -
Cause me to see that your grace will uphold me,
Help me, as in your care I commit her fate.

Oh Lord Jesus, may this my prayer be:
"That all in Thee, do I put my trust;
That I not question Your perfect will,
And all that You have planned for us."

My Prayer For His Will
by Angela B. Trenholm
January 9th, 2004

Written as I stayed up to keep watch on Melissa
(2 1/2 years old at the time)
when she had a high fever that would not go down,
at this point, suspecting RSV or pneumonia.
Found out the following day that yes, she had pneumonia
and an ear infection. She has recuperated nicely.

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee:
for my strength is made perfect in weakness.

2 Corinthians 12:9a

And we know that all things work together for good
to them that love God,
to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Romans 8:28

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

Proverbs 3:5-6

The midi playing is

Words: Adelaide A. Pollard, 1907.
Music: “Adelaide,” George C. Stebbins, Northfield Hymnal

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.


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