"The Art of Surrender: Poems

 

A Song in the Silence

I held on tight, afraid to lose,
Afraid to step, afraid to choose.
The weight I carried, firm and strong,
Yet even silence shaped a song.

A song of letting, yielding, still—
A whisper soft, a bending will.
No voice, no words, no grand display,
Yet faith was singing anyway.

Not in the rush, nor in the race,
But in the quiet, in His grace.
Where hands unfold and fears unwind,
Where heartache rests, and peace I find.

I lay it down, I lose my fight,
But somehow standing in His light.
Not broken now, but bending low,
For surrender is the faith to let go.

And in the hush, His voice is clear,
"Trust Me, child—I'm always near."

The Author of Her Story

She gripped the pen, tight and sure,
Tracing dreams upon the page,
Plans aligned in perfect order,
Words composed with a careful gaze.

Yet whispers rose within her heart,
"Child, release, let go, be still."
She wrestled, fought to keep control,
But love was waiting in His will.

So trembling, hands unclenched the ink,
She placed the story in His hands,
And when He wrote, the skies split open,
A plot twist sweeter than her plans.

Not what she'd prayed, but something greater,
Not what she'd dreamed, but so much more,
For when she let the Author write,
Her story sang like never before.