Dear God,
I surrender my thriving ache
I surrender my agonizing pain
I surrender my fearful hopes
I surrender these bones
I surrender the burns in my hands
I surrender not knowing the plans
I surrender my arrested mistakes
I surrender my unwanted pains
I surrender my open wounds
I surrender my resistance
I surrender all my walls
I surrender the ache
These are the days of surrender into
the God of understanding/ God of all peace
unto the God who holds me /piece by piece/ put me back to together
as fall apart
Intimately/ providing/ every step of the plan/ into the hands of a God so wonderful/ so magnificent/ so to holy/ so I surrender ~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley
A Poet's Vision 
Reblogged this on The Salamander Chronicles – Don Beukes.
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thank you for the reblog my wonderful friend
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The world needs your voice!
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Lovely, lovely, lovely!
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💕kind words thank you 😊
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You reclaim “surrender” language which has been so misused by abuse-theology and lift it up into something so much more powerful.
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wonderful insight Maren 💕
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YES, Indeed!!! HE wants us to “Surrender All” and “Trust the Process.” Amen ✝️
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So true thank you saying this 😊💕
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Yes, I surrender. It’s definitely the shift I feel as well. Surrendered and made new.
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Amen 💕
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