In Love

Lord,

I struggle to face the limits of my love,

realizing my efforts are dirty rags

revealing my control, anxiety,

a lack of faith in you.

Forgive me for my pride

in thinking my compassion and love

is better, greater than yours.

I loosen my grip,

open my palms,

and let go.

Enter in Lord,

and hold my pain,

comfort my heart,

fill my loneliness and emptiness,

cleanse my addictions and innoculations,

and set me free.

Freedom.

Your love sets free,

choice,

hope,

faith

working all things for good.

You draw those you love,

and your love

is a greater force working

than any other.

So help me to trust,

lean into you,

and let go of me,

and believe that in the surrendering,

now you move,

act,

and work

in better, perfect ways I cannot see.

I trust you Lord.

You are Love,

let me be hidden in you,

one with you.

Amen.

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