Poetry

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Letting Go

I’m convinced I don’t praise you enough God - at least that’s what I was told
And my prayers are passionless and fruitless and the fire in me is now cold
I’m convinced I don’t sing enough for you and listen to music that’s sinful
And my discernment is at an all-time low and my hearing of your voice is dull
I’m convinced I don’t pray enough, read my bible or encourage all my friends
And I tried to tithe when you said I should but in that I failed again
I’m convinced I don’t have this all together, I ask, am I even saved?
But I’ll keep working until I get it right - until my charges have been waived
I’m convinced I just don’t do enough Lord so I’ll work harder for the cause
I’ll keep striving to perfect my righteousness and somehow gain your applause

Then suddenly without warning I heard your voice cut through the lies
With authority and gentleness I heard you firmly reply -
It’s not what you do that validates who I AM
It’s not your righteousness or your works that has made me the spotless lamb
I came to take away your sin and wash you white as snow
So child it is your self-righteousness I ask you to let go
When you strive and press to do good works for me
Others are not seeing the glory that can be
For others are looking upon you and seeing flesh puffed up in pride
So what I ask of you is to allow your flesh to die
Let me resurrect in that place and do great works through you
So others can see the righteousness I bring and how I make lives new
Let go of reputation and be content with being mine
For you will see this is the work of the cross - my wonderful holy design!

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