You are Fighting the wrong fight... fighting the
one who died for your sins and gave you
eternal life.
Fighting a fight that deep down you know that
you can not win... because my spirit already
dwells from within.
Fighting who you know you are to become...
the prodigal child, coming home from the
heavenly son.
Stop Fighting... Release… and Surrender
I am not asking you to give up your life,
just asking that you choose to live it right.
Yet you continue to fight the hand that comforts
you, that feeds you and keeps you warm, the
hand that protects you from all harm.
Door after door, I continue to open for you
while in return I get no thanks, but even
though, I continue to abundantly bless you.
I love you, I gave you life... created you to
live it with less strife, but yet you continue to
live it while adding stress, stress that could
be lifted from you, if only all your
sins you confess.
Stop Fighting... Release… and Surrender
You feel my presence through my faithful servants'
words... spoken to you so the burdens you carry
can fly freely like caged birds, but
still you act as if you are in control, when
truthfully you are just afraid to let loose and
force the devil to release his hold.
Afraid to let go of the worldly possessions
that can not help you and have no value
when you leave this world.
Yet you still choose to go against my will.
When all that I want for you is to receive
the power and promise that is rightfully
yours to fulfill.
Stop Fighting... Release… and Surrender
Remember in that midnight hour when you
think that no one is there or cares... I sit on
my throne of grace, untangling the trials and
tribulations that flow underneath your untamed
hair.
Catching that last tear that rolls down your face...
Keeping your heart, while broken to beat at a
steady pace.
Allowing you to think that you are winning this
"saint vs. sinners" race, because in the end only I
know the outcome.
So like a parent watching their precious gift
grow from a toddler to an adult. I wait
patiently, keeping my distance to allow you to learn.
Only to catch you when you fall, help you
when you stumble and kiss away all of your pains.
Longing for the day you let go of all the extra
baggage that continues to get in your way...
keeping you from the place that only for you
specially I have made.
Stop Fighting... Release… and Surrender
Awaiting the day when you are ready to let go
and allow the purpose I have planned for
you to take precedence over your life...
and at that very moment I will embrace
you with open arms and have glorious
feast for your return.
For you will be my most prized sheep. The
greatest one to have waited for and the greatest
victory to have won, because on that great
day you will have finally...
Stopped Fighting... Released… and Surrendered!
-The EnLightMent
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Awesumm
great poem - probably its strongest attribute is its length (whilst still retaining interest!).
the background makes it a hard read though... -
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thanks for the comment...does the background work now?
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yep. really brings the poem to the forefront.
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