Oh self, how this world tempts me to control!
To curl finger tips to palm and dig in with self-centeredness, pride, foolish wisdom;
clench fists tightly around darkness.
Oh self, give it up!
When my hands are closed, so it is with my heart.
He laid open his palms for the greatest sacrifice, the ultimate act of love;
then reached out, offering scars so others would believe.
Oh self, give it up!
Father, I have sinned.
Held fast to this need for control;
Lived blindly with the illusion that I could control what is yours;
Given myself freely to it, and bound up with the enemy;
These hands, this heart, closed, unable to truly receive you,
How many opportunities have I missed to wash feet?
Yet, I come now, under merciful grace,
press palms together,
now lay open wide,
offer myself freely to you, a living sacrifice.
Oh self, give it up, this prison of worldly control,
uncurl fingers to find the key,
hold light in your hands,
and live in the freedom of open.
2 comments:
absolutely perfect, beautiful and just what i needed to read in this moment.
isn't that always the way?
love!
love it!
I love your heart Ang. Thanks for sharing your note to self. I felt like it was a note to MYself
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