Submission

I come bent in absolute worship
Bowed face to the dust I am made of
All else that is of me bent to You who made me
And everything this soul had ever seen, touched, smelt, or known
Can I bend down lower?
Oh Father is there any part of me that won’t submit?
Root it out! Those weeds that defy You.
Shrink the tumors of self guidance
Radiate the cancer of self agrandousment
Creat in me a completely new heart
One that I’ve never known before
Like a child in awe of You for the first time.
Oh to be released from the bondage of all knowing that isn’t You.
To be completely taken up in the Wonder of Wonderful
To be inside the intimacy of Counselor
To forsake everything but Mighty God!
Oh how I bend in relinquishment, abandon, and humility.

Doubts chase me relentlessly
Hounds that circle…