Surrender

Fighting temptations of familiarity. Losing trust in my God's clarity. 
I give advice on hope and belief, and how to let Him be your only relief.
Yet, there's me.
Me. Who's not that much different. 
I struggle, too. I sometimes doubt. I don't know either what this life's about. 
How to make it. How to arrive. Will what I'm doing now count when I'm not alive? 
Questions flood like a trickling stream. Slowing considering the 'American dream'. 
Quickly turning into a fit of waves. Will I make a difference when we're in our graves?
So I turn. To the book. Not a book. The book. 
The book of Psalms tells us He can't be shaken. He holds our world when we're mistaken.
If our God is for us, then who shall rise? If He's eternal, why compromise?
It's simple, really.
God's will is His plan in His timing.
Our will is our plan in our timing.
So simple. Yet so easy to confuse the two.
God, as I write these words to You. Please be with me. See me through.
I raise the white flag, I'm not in charge. Take over my life, decisions small and large.
Each nut and bolt should build upon You. Everything else is just additional screws. 
I surrender my will. Let thine be done. Take me a part. make me undone.
Build a new version of the man I should be. Let me apply everything I've seen.
You want the best for me, I know. So all of myself, let me forego. 
Losing battles don't mean lost wars.
Fight.
If you fail, get up again.
Trust in Him.
You don't have to understand everything.
But faith. 




Faith is stepping into the unknown, believing that there will either be a place to stand, or God will teach you how to fly.