Come What May Copyright © 2016 by (Samantha Keene)

The alarm clock rings; Where does one begin?

Some days fully prepared, but most days completely unaware.

Still, as my feet hit the floor, my heart cries out;

Come what may Father, come what may.

Your will, Your way, Your day… so come what may.

Sweet smells of coffee satisfy, as hopes for the day unfold.

As I hear the birds begin praising our Lord, so sings my soul;

Come what may Father, come what may.

  Your will, Your way, Your day… so, come what may.

With half the day now gone, and my soul downcast within…

These thoughts I take captive.

Some days with strength and some days too weak.

But still yet my heart desires to say;

Come what may Father, come what may.

Your will, Your way, Your day… so, come what may.

The day continues, the weeks pile on.

Days turn into months, months into years, and looking back, have involved tons of tears.

But through all these trials and tears…

Through all the sorrow and anguish….

And with overwhelming amounts of prayers and praise…

My mourning has turned into dancing,

My anguish into joy and thanksgiving.

So, as His mercies are new EVERY morning, fit specifically for that day,

Forever, my heart will gratefully choose to say;

Come what may Father, come what may.

Your will, Your way, Your day… so, come what may.

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