Sweet Surrender

What is this now,
  a question
of whether to wait or to
  stay
to turn my back to prep the
future, to unblind eyes before
driving, myself to more change.

What is this now, another
choice. Mine it is but to You
I give,
so I don't screw up again.

I thought myself to have
found the way, where only
green grass lies, and the world's a lovely
place.

I thought I found it.
all the answer to my question.
But soon enough, more
questions rose, from graves
I'd left for dead.

It seems to me I'm
the only one
shoveling my way through
the snow.
the storm has past, but
really only begun.

For now I search to find
myself, and try as hard as
I may to convince me
It's just too rough. I
fail to notice how the storm
in crisp bright, frost
shows beauty that I could never
imagine, shows the beauty
strength and security of the
only One to make my loneliness
scurry.  The One and only
to make this girl complete.

He's the answer to my soul,
my knight in shining armor,
  the longing of my heart,
my Savior, Jesus, All.


What question could be so big
as to take my knight, He'll
fight until every battle is finished.
Say, He even holds the Heavens.

Why when even spiders
who everyone hates, get
taken care of, get breath,
get life.
Why, tell me why do I
have to ask the question why?

It seems as if, when a
path is shoveled through my
snowstorm, another storm
blows through, making my
path so
slippery; awkward, new.

Somehow I seem to find,
always the same conclusion,
but it always escapes
and I forget completely,
but I JUST DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO DO.

Admitting such thing, is
quite often the answer,
to admit we don't have it all
and we CAN'T do it here
on our own.

That Knight, that Savior,
that royal kingish-servantish
guy. that Jesus... He
conquered both life AND death,
and He's offering the
expertice to me too.

I CAN'T DO IT
I DON'T KNOW
I'm overwhelmed &
Trapped in myself.

May I utter those words
every day that I take a breath.
for I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO
DO ANYTHING
on my own,
I don't and won't know
everything
and if anything, so only by God's
grace.

What's a passion without
someone to be
passionate about?

What's joy without someone to
rejoyce with?
What's me without
Christ?

Hallelujah, praise God,
will someone come and see?
Come, just come,
meet this Knight of mine,
He holds the key of your
heart
to let darkness out and
light to resound and restore!

What is this now,
more chances you shall give?
Oh God, I pray, take everything away
till all that's left is You. Till love
resounds and
Heaven sings and evil
is stunned and whithered.

To You be all and
forever more,
 may I be wrong.


'Let God be true,
    and every man
       a liar.' Romans 3:4


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