Thy Will Be Done

When I once prayed, "Thy will be done"

I never thought what it'd bring on.

Oh yes, I'd given You my life,

But Lord, You knew I had my plan.

I built it up so tall and high,

My perfect castle on the sand.

So when the storms poured down on me

I could not see why this would be!

Could You not yet direct my life,

Fulfill Your will within my plan?

Was I so blind as to not see

What You had really meant for me?

Again I prayed "Thy will be done",

This time hell's gates were opened up,

As all I'd once had called my own

Was taken, broken, and destroyed;

In sequence it all came undone,

Until who I had been was gone.

Once more I cried, "Thy will be done!"

This time resigned to what would come.

I now had learned that for Your will

To be fulfilled I could not lead;

So I gave You my life's control

To do with it as You best chose.

And since that day, though it's been tough,

I've learned to let You lead my all,

Because when I cling to my plans

I block the masterpiece You've planned.

And though I may not understand,

Your perfect will is where I'll stand.