Woman in a field, arms raised, letting go.

Letting Go

Lord, I am no longer young.
I should have learned by now
that I don't have to lead the charge
or muddle through somehow.

My pride so often led me
down a long and winding road,
until at last, exhausted,
I stumbled beneath my load.

I held on oh, so tightly;
I refused to let it go.
The longer that I carried it,
my burden seemed to grow.

I staggered with the weight of it,
going down on bended knee,
and from this humble position,
I finally learned to see.

So many of us, Lord, are scarred;
ashamed to say we're weak.
It's finally when we're on our knees
we find the peace we seek.

The burdens that I carried,
were never meant for me.
You stood by waiting patiently
so You could set me free.

~ Linda Gleason ~
Copyright © 2011
All Rights Reserved

Look at the birds in the sky;
they do not sow or reap,
they gather nothing into barns,
yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Matthew 6:26

Do not worry about tomorrow,
tomorrow will take care of itself.
Sufficient for a day is its own evil.
Matthew 6:34

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
on your own intelligence rely not;
in all your ways, be mindful of him,
and he will make straight your paths.
Proverbs 3:5-6
[ By: Linda Lee Gleason, Copyright © 2011 ( llgleason@bellsouth.net ) -- submitted by: Linda Gleason ]

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