"Let Go"

Moonlight shown on the white ivory.
Within the dark room she sits on a wooden bench
Longing for someone to understand the confusion inside of her-
she turns to a longtime friend.

This friend does not ask questions, but hears the quiet plea within her heart.
There was a connection; fingers and keys.
The darkness encircles her- the world shut out.
A state almost like unconciousness sets it- only fingers dancing along the keys.

Longing to feel a higher power...
grasping something she can neither feel nor comprehend.
she cries out inside, 'God, let me feel something!'
Hidden behind the darkness of her eyelids, she escapes somewhere within her soul; for there she could surely sense her Savior's presence.

Thoughts- a whirlwind in her mind.
A struggle, a wrestling match, there before God.
'Take my iniquities Jesus! For they are weighing me down!'
'Why can't I feel you?'

Her fingers pound out on the keys, yet a beautiful melody arises.
Tears drip slowly down her face as she heaves.
A release.
There within the melody, He whispers to her.
The faintest words only the soul can hear:
"Let Go."

"I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say"

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down,
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and worn and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream.
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's Light.
Look unto Me; thy morn shall rise
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that Light of Life I'll walk
Till traveling days are done.

Horatius Bonar(1808-1899)

Oh, why do I
Let myself let go
Of Hands that painted the stars
And hold tears that fall?
And the pride of my heart
Makes me forget
It's not me but You
Who makes the heart beat
I'm lost without You
And dying from me
*Barlowgirl

This Very God.

Fear.
Awe.
Amazement.

Who is this God seated on the throne; his robe filling this Holy Temple? Angels hide their face screaming "Holy, Holy, Holy!" Who is this God set apart?

I'm overwhelmed by his beauty, his glory- nothing could ever compare.
This being set apart; most High God, creator of this very universe knows me. He knows my name, he hears my prayers, he sees my heart.
Nothing can ever escape his knowledge; his gaze.

This very God who angels hide their face from- this very God who created the sun, the stars, the universe, this very God who rose from the dead- He knows me. He cradles me in his arms.
He carries me with his immaculate strength. Nothing can compare.

I kneel amazed- overwhelmed because I'm too weak to stand. Who am I to stand before my creator? Who am I?

I am nothing. My problems are nothing. My "good" is nothing. I am valueless. But God, my creator, makes me something. In his eyes, I am everything. He died the penalty of death to save me from the pit of hell. In his eyes, I am of value.

This is my prayer:
Oh God, Holy creator, who am I to kneel before you, to talk with you? You make me who I am- nothing else. Fill me with your spirit so that I may live this life you gave me with purpose; with passion and fire to serve you. Through you, I am of value. I love you Lord- you make beautiful things out of us.