“Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me.” I am trusting you, Lord!

Lord, “I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might; choose thou for me, my God, so shall I walk aright. Smooth let it be or rough, it will be still the best; winding or straight, it leads right onward to thy rest. The kingdom that I seek is thine, so let the way that leads to it be thine, else I must surely stray. Choose thou for me my friends, my sickness or my health; choose thou my cares for me, my poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine, the choice, in things both great or small; be thou my guide, my strength, my wisdom, and my all.” Lead me, Lord!