An Exchange of Wills

I want my heart so cleared of self

That my dear Lord can come

And set up His own furnishings,

And make my heart His home.

And since I know what this requires,

Each morning while it's still,

I slip into that secret room,

and leave with Him my will.

He always takes it graciously,

Presenting me with His;

I'm ready then to meet the day

And any task there is.

And this is how my Lord controls

My interests, my ills,

Because we meet at break of day,

for an exchange of wills.

By Anna Jane Granniss