Surrender
It was hard in the beginning.
I thought it was a race worth winning.
I had to sit back for awhile and let myself smile.
I had to remind myself, I am not in charge.
I had to remind myself, I am little. There is someone much bigger,
there is someone with Grace. I have to let him take my place.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I AM FEELING SAD TODAY | 3 | 07/08/2009 |
| Thanks to those who stand for our Country | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| Surrender | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Forgiveness | 1 | 05/23/2009 |
| Despite | 1 | 03/26/2009 |
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