Lord,
Pulling out all the stops
Surrender comes
When you’re too tired
To fight your own self
Fighting rest
I rested
Fighting sleep
I slept
Fighting my health
More doctors’ appointments
Right now
I acquiesce
It’s just easier
The irony is
I accept more
Because physical relief
And mental peace
Mean more
Than the riches
Of this world
Wisdom comes
When surrender appears
No matter how it comes
Is not my concern
I’m just glad
It’s come
To my door
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