Met my Lord’s, who soft replied,
“Dear one, this year will work out best
If trust surrenders it to rest
Wholly within My hands as Mine—
Yet you alone must choose to sign.”
With quiv’ring heart I whispered, “Love,
Whom have I but You above?
This year and all its days are Thine.”
And kneeling, the blank page I signed.
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