Grace to Let Go
Doors of familiarity taunt and tease the weary mind Leaving nothing but a tangled knot and tired eyes which have grown blind How can a heart be drawn to such things that cause it pain And a scope that's ever narrowing til the mind forgets it's sane Oh heart stop this frantic beating and rest for just a little while Cast your glance upon some other things and perhaps you'll dare to smile Would a Loving God permit white knuckles clenched in fright To become the heart's identity as a prisoner kept from light Tearful pleas to heaven awaiting strength to face another day My child, denial may seem harsh right now but trust I know a better way Would you dare to call Me loving- if I stood idly by your side While ignoring crippling woundedness and pain you've fought so hard to hide Sometimes the quest for unending strength to carry burdens not your own Is the very thing that stunts the growth of the seeds My hand has sown Letting go may seem so hard to do uncertainty displays no ground to gain But fading will be the echoes voice as the familiar cries out your name Trust is found with tiny footsteps though through darkness be each one My love will shines as brightly for you as it did beneath the sun Love was never meant to cripple or carry wounding on it's wing How would a saddened songbird learn a cause with which to sing And how sweet to me the sound of children's laughter in the wind But I know this kind of laughter can only come from hearts that mend Let go, let go- of your grip to while knuckles blood will flow Til prison walls are crumbled heaps and seeds planted can now grow Let go, let go- of your quest to be much stronger than you've been Til that songbird learns to sweetly sing and laughter's caught up in the wind... Lisa Patricoff April 2015
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