i surrender my will
pull the jagged pieces
out of my grief stricken heart
cauterized by the people in my life
do not let me lose sight of your Kingdom
do not let me forget Your Promises
when gangrene and infection have set in
Put up Your High Shield
“Set me on my high places.”
where i can Adore You
and let my palms open
themselves as a fragrant
flower to heaven
i surrender my will
that your oasis would be about me
in the peace of Your Heart, that i may
take my rest tonight
each year my brow a little more
wrinkled
it has exhausted me
i give up
let my prayers come before You
as incensed perfume
let my love be without
design
let my plans not be forgotten
in the discouraging words
of those around
i surrender my will
bandage the swollen limbs
that have haunted me
let me not desire perdition
let me not take pleasure
in the scarlet screams
in the throbbing loneliness
that has followed me from youth
i surrender my will
the men that delighted
in taking the jewels
from my crown
You will replace,
You will forgive,
the razors that licked at me
with vicious tongues
bathe the tender places
with Your balm and my
worthless eyes with salve
the places they scorched
that found healing in Your gaze
i surrender my will
not for Your Good
But for Mine.
Not my will
But Thine Be Done.
copyright2010misfit1965
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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