He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
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Father! thy will, not mine, be done! Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to thee: Commttment to the creator a prayer poem. fine. tony
superb surrendered mind- Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to thee: ..........// beautiful poem
YOU were, YOU are and YOU will be- but I was nothing, I am nothing and I shall be nothing; from this nothingness I wanna surrender myself to be everything into YOU; give me a room under YOUR throne.