His True Love

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(By Rachel T Joyce)

I didn’t understand, Lord —

I thought I had to strive

For Your acceptance, 

For Your love, for my place

In Your heart. And I spent

So many years of misunderstanding

Your grace, blind to just how much

You cherished me, desired me

To rest in Your love.

And while I worked tirelessly

To measure up, You reached

Out to me with nail-scarred hands,

Eyes filled with compassion, 

Calling me to stop striving,

Bidding me, “Surrender!

Let go of everything but Me,

Let Me hold you, love you,

Transform you.” 

And when I raised my hands

In surrender, let You have 

Your way in me, Your peace

Flowed like a mighty river

Through me, purging, cleansing,

Making me new. Wonder flooded

My heart, my life, and joy

Overflowed attuning my heart

To the rhythm of grace.