If it Be Your Will
"If it be Your will, Lord,"
The young girl sighed one day,
"Father, I don't know how You'll work, but
God, please, let it all just be Your way."
For the girl was weary in spirit,
A heavy heart was in her.
The girl was praying earnestly
For her own dear dying mother.

The young girl held to her firm belief
That her prayers were being heard.
And each day she sought for promises
In God's holy word.
Anxious pleadings were sent to God,
Thousands of tears were shed.
The young girl continued to pray for life,
Even when by her mother's death bed.

And yet, the beloved mother died,
She passed to worlds above.
Nothing on the earth could save her,
Not even her daughter's love.
"Oh why, Lord? Why me?
The girl sobbed and gave a moan,
"Lord Jesus, I am so helpless,
I cannot live alone!"

But the answer came to her,
"I am with you to the end,
You are not alone, my child,
In Me, you have a Friend.
So take courage, little one,
It hurts to see you cry,
For you see, your mother is with Me,
She did not really die."

At that the girl's heart lifted up,
She raised her face towards Heaven
And she breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt at peace
Though still in grief,
And through her tears did say,
"If it be Your will, Lord,
I shall follow You, come what may."

Answered Prayer
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do great things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy:
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for—but everything I had hoped for;
Almost despite myself, my unspoken words were answered.
I am among all men most richly blessed.