I wanted to do it my way I was independent people would say,
Submission was not in my plan I couldn’t let anyone have the upper hand.
What if someone made a mistake this was not my intent so I just couldn’t relent.
How could anyone else know what to do it was up to me to run the show and I let everyone know.
Why was it so important to me to be in control because I had been hurt in my soul.
I didn’t want anyone to play me along I just had to be strong.
I wore a mask so no one would see the pain I felt in my heart and that it was tearing me apart.
I wanted so desperately to let go but who could I trust to care for me if vulnerable I choose to be.
Could I risk being me oh how I longed to be set free.
Then Jesus reached out His hands in Love drawing me near seeking to take away my fear.
But I held back I was still afraid what if I sinned and disobeyed.
I had to be perfect for Him I had to make up for my sins.
The battle was strong and I did wrong, I feared He wouldn’t understand but He never let go of my hand.
Jesus showed me that He did care freeing me of my despair, He would help me be strong and in Him I already belonged.
I didn’t have to earn His Love He knew my pain, He bore my shame.
In humility I bowed my knees and in compassion and Love
He set me free.
As I sit at Jesus feet all my needs He does meet.
He is my friend and on Him I can depend, I need not fear
for He is in control.
No one can over step His mark or take away what He has done
for we are now one.
Penned by Annie
Music – by Geoff Bullock – 15-You Rescued Me
I was inspired by my dear blogging friend Jillian to post this poem, her example today said honesty is the only way – http://mountupbook.wordpress.com/2011/12/05/the-storm-of-stubbornness/#comment-147