Walking in Will

Deliver me, Lord Christ,

Captain of my affections and my days,

From the crushing weight of should,

The overwhelming vastness of could,

The urgent tyranny of must,

And the aimless vacillation of might.

Let me walk instead in the steadfast way of will:

My will, sweetly conformed to yours,

Seeking to fulfill the good plans

You crafted for me from eternity past,

Intending me to walk in them.

O Lord, I would walk in them.

I might, must, could, should walk in them,

And by your gracious hand

And the quickening dynamis  

Of your holy wind 

That breathes gusts of your presence 

Into my inner man,

I will walk in them.