Where My Will Ends, His Will Begins

Where my will falters, weak and worn,
Beneath the weight of trials borne,
There in the silence, soft yet bright,
God’s will unfolds in perfect light.

Where my steps stumble, lost in doubt,
And fear would seek to shut me out,
His hand extends, so strong, so true,
Guiding me paths I never knew.

When dreams I held are torn apart,
And sorrow lingers in my heart,
I yield, I trust, I stand, I wait—
His purpose weaves a grander fate.

For where I end, He just begins,
To cleanse, to heal, to lift from sin.
His ways are higher, vast, unknown,
Yet in His grace, I am His own.

So let my will release control,
And let His love refine my soul.
For in surrender, life begins—
Where my will ends, His will begins.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Isa 55:8  "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.
Isa 55:9  "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.