When I Let Go

Clasping, clinging, and clutching

With my hands, I tightly squeezed

Turning, taming, and touching

With my heart, I quickly seized

 

Grasping strongly to things I don’t understand,

Thinking their mine to hold in my own hand.

Watching, working, whispering,

To my hand, God says, “Let go.”

Coming, comforting, caring

To my heart, God says, “I know.”

Releasing my will, my desires, I spill

Flooding of peace, I can see and feel.

It is only when we open our clutched hand that God can give us His devine blessings.

Dedicated to Michelle Snook, a very wonderful blessing the Lord gave to me when I opened my clutched hand.