(By Rachel T Joyce)
I didn’t understand, Lord —
I thought I had to strive
For Your acceptance,
For Your love, for my place
In Your heart. And I spent
So many years of misunderstanding
Your grace, blind to just how much
You cherished me, desired me
To rest in Your love.
And while I worked tirelessly
To measure up, You reached
Out to me with nail-scarred hands,
Eyes filled with compassion,
Calling me to stop striving,
Bidding me, “Surrender!
Let go of everything but Me,
Let Me hold you, love you,
Transform you.”
And when I raised my hands
In surrender, let You have
Your way in me, Your peace
Flowed like a mighty river
Through me, purging, cleansing,
Making me new. Wonder flooded
My heart, my life, and joy
Overflowed attuning my heart
To the rhythm of grace.
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