Surrender

Written by Rachel Hamilton

Here I am

Once again, on my knees.

 

Ashamed at my own weakness.

 

I am broken by the things I cannot do.

 

“Surrender,”

 is all I hear, but God, you don’t seem near.

 And it isn’t right to let me break.

 

For I am needed in my strength.

 Not in my weakness.

 

All around me voices say,

 “Look what you have done wrong. Look at all your failures.”

 

“God let me give up.” I cry.

“Please let my dreams just die so I will not struggle for the things I cannot do.”

I cannot reach the world for you.

 I cannot bring healing to the lives of those I love.

I cannot make the change in the world I hoped to.

I am weak, useless, broken.

 I am fragile, breakable, damaged.

You have the wrong one.”

 

I see a hand write on the wall, with script so small I almost miss it.

 

“My strength is made perfect in Your weakness.”

 

Tears flood down my face.

 Now I see it was never about me.

I am not chosen to be strong.

 I am chosen to be weak.

 So others will see Christ’s strength in me.

The writing belongs to Rachel Linda Hamilton. Please ask her before reproducing it. The pictures of the sunset and the willow are graciously provided by Pixabay.