"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no more. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." Jeremiah 20:7-10
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Surrender
dwelling on the unobtainable
forever fighting within
what a waste!
what is it exactly
that you are looking for?
you will never know
until you cross the border
and then, too late,
you won't want it anymore
give up now
wave the white flag
stop clutching so tightly and
redeem your dignity
He will hold you, love you,
regardless of your fickle heart
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Love it! I clutch tightly and have a fickle heart so this spoke to me :)
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ReplyDeleteI loved your poem!
Oops! I guess it did!
ReplyDeleteHey ... another great poem! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.