God’s will, not mine I said, 
as I laid my weary
head upon his breast.
I bring my struggles,
I bring my pain,
I bring my fears,
Lord make me whole again. 

Forget the past,
its hurts its pain.
Bring them to me,
the guilt, the shame
all nailed to the Cross,
that sets you free. 
The freedom to find new life in me. 

Rise to go forth in my strength alone, empowered by grace.
Willing to be willing….My will, not your own.