Surrendering Of Self

Without thought I run my fingers though my wet hair. Looking out the window I see nothing. My mind is full of memories playing over and again. A song plays in the background…”I call out to You my Lord, hear the cry of my heart, change me to be like You I pray, come Lord, Jesus have your way”.

Quietly I wait for the surrendering of self…..

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