The True Source of All, God

This cruel self, oh, how it strives,
And works within my breast,
To come between Thee and my soul,
And keep me back from rest.

How many subtle forms it takes
Of seeming verity,
As if it were not safe to rest,
And venture all on Thee.

In Thy strong hand I lay me down,
So shall the work be done;
For who can work so wondrously
As the Almighty One?

:)Blessings...