Deo Volente

We make our plans, we map our ways,

Yet God’s the author of our days.

We write in ink what fades to dust,

While in His hands our steps we trust.

A morning mist, a passing breath,

Beyond our sight of life and death,

We bow our heads and softly pray:

His will alone be done today

Lord your Kingdom come

Lord Your will be done

As in heaven, so on earth

We trust Your will as we go forth

We write our dreams across the sand,

Forgetting tides move by Your hand.

We build our towers tall and high,

Beneath an ever-shifting sky.

Bridge

Yet peace is found in letting go

Of all we think we ought to know.

The tomorrows that we strive to see

Belong to Him, and not to me.

So let our boastings fall away,

As morning light dissolves the gray.

With open hands, we walk the line,

Submitting to God’s grand design.

Lord your Kingdom come

Lord Your will be done

As in heaven, so on earth

We trust Your will as we go forth

James 4:15; Hebrews 6:3

September 13, 2026

Anthony Foster