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Surrender

I am standing behind You, alone tonight. Watching You, create me. Unable to quiet my racing heart, from new fears, this perspective has brought. As I imagine You – standing there, scratching Your hair, Speaking my soul into being. I am appalled, Father God, at choices You made. This inclusion of imperfections is distressing to me. Watching You, standing there building me, with such care! As I watched you sculpt the appearance of me, I was astonished as You smiled approvingly. With Your loving hands, You crafted me. Still I wish You had changed a thing two or three! Though my view is imperfect, and slightly impaired, standing behind You this night. Observing the depth of love and concern, I still cannot help but despair! Why did You claim me at all? When and where did this conception take shape? During a vision, a dream, a song, A whimsical thought, hopefully not mistake? Did some other noviciate scamper away? Thus, leading to my inclusive display? As I image You standing there, scratching Your hair, speaking my soul into being. I am appalled, Father God at the choices You made. This inclusion of imperfections. is distressing to me. Watching You, standing there, building me, with such care! As I watched you sculpt the outer appearance of me, You smiled at the freckles placed so carefully. By Your loving hands, moving intentionally, I heard a giggle while you designed me. With crooked teeth and enormous feet, You fine tuned every dimple and colored my hair. I was amazed at the details You did not spare. However, enlightening this perspective might seem. Had I something to say, as You whittled away, I wish You had changed a thing two or three! Though my view is imperfect, and slightly impaired, standing behind You this night. Observing Your depth of love and concern, I despair! Why choose to nominate me at all? When and where did this scheme take shape? During a vision, a dream, song, a whimsical amusement, hopefully not a mistake? What made it necessary to assign me a place? Yet so incomplete, broken, completely disgraced. What boon could I be? I must demand an explanation to me! Did some other plans scamper away leading to this inclusive display? I doubt You surprised, by a snake cracking wise: or the fruity apple scent on Adam’s breath? Before the foundation of all You had planned - You chose me? I do not understand. However, standing behind You, tonight, I ascertain with faith, The joy and the grace You felt, as You created me. Watching You complete the uniqueness of me; Suddenly, I comprehend! Oh, Please Father God, Perfection Incarnate; I no longer question, no further I doubt, I no longer despair. As Your joint heir - I pray; Continue watching me as I surrender to You! Fully enabled – From Perfections hand. an imperfect vessel Now Yours to command.

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