Let go...
Release into the acceptance Of what you are so far, For who knows what is good, but God. And who knows how many revolutions must come Before we are perfected. Like clay upon the wheel, we turn Round and round. And he loves us where we are. He loves the bright and burning Coals within the flame. And he loves the cold, the lost, The hungry traveler Far from home. We are the same to him: beloved, cherished, In the bosom of his deepest And most holy intent. For when it comes to the things of the Spirit, Not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes, the pearl of great price Is found in the deepest, darkest, Hours of our wayward, fearful, flights Into the thing that we despise. One thing for sure: We will never find our way back home By turning away in shame. And so, let go... Let God decide what is good.
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