He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. ( Isaiah 40:20 )
This is the cry of my heart -
Penned with ink and stained by tears
This plea of random thoughts
For those with open ears.
In this war of my mind
This battle day by day
I scream some muted sounds
Lost in my selfish ways.
Those mountains I have to climb
A journey of urgent tasks
Traffic of responsibilities
Too much for me to grasp.
A nudge, a gentle whisper
“Be still and let go”
Instead I rushed some more
That Voice I had ignored.
In my desperation-
I uttered one last cry
Alas those blood and tears
I saw the Beaten Lamb.
I cringed and was ashamed
As I bowed my head down
My tears turned to joy,
My heart He has won!
His arms open wide
I feel His loving hug,
Through angels that He sent
From Heaven above.
I cling to His love –
That will never let go
Me and My God
Victory at last!
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Oh, Gloria... How I have traveled down this path!You have captured the feelings so many of us have experienced, and are experiencing still. When we read your poem, we see the glorious ending that awaits us if we 'let go'. Thank you for sharing your gift of writing - and your understanding of human emotions. Most of all, thank you for letting your light shine for the Lord. Love, Peggy
Letting go of us and free falling into the glorious grace of HIM. How my heart desires to have victory at last. Your talented pen has blessed me so - thank you!
I too have stubbornly struggled for answers when the answer was so clear... if only I'd stopped to really hear: "Let go." Easier said than done. But by grace, we do learn. And oh, the victory in finally, finally letting go.
