Don't Let Me Go

Consumed by full intention of starting with a blank page and ending with a poised arrow for your emotion, I now turn away. The muscle returns to a resting position while the heart keeps beating and the pulse lowers to a number that I can sensibly tolerate. I have been given my options. I have been measured, I have been weighed, and I have been left wanting. So Father, give to me what You so eagerly seek to give me. Sow in me what cannot be reaped by the world. Give me Your heart and Your love that so filled the cup of Your Son who pitted himself against the earth to white a canvas spattered black, much like my own. What I'll give back is variable, but I can try my hardest to assure You that I will utilize the life to please You, Dad. Show me that I have never once been wronged - but instead I have been blessed and tested. And to the elements of the life You have blessed me with, I love them all. Accepting the good and bad, for without any of either I would not stand and feel the same as I do now. I bask in Your blessings but if they will prove to be trials then groom me for the moment where I am called to fight. I want to accept in times of happiness and deal in times of sorrow. But never vice-versa. Let me lead this divine pairing of Your children, be with me when I lead it away from anger and be with me when I walk with it into the flames. Let us remain untouched and free of burns. Let me fly above the clouds with it when pushed from an edge and let me embrace it as we near the Son. Let me take responsibility and do this thing right... for Your Glory, Father. For Your Glory.

And for it to be such, remove what is dead weight. It can fall away while the new skin remains to stay. May the love be built.