Father…
You are in control.
I… am not..
A passion woke up inside me
That’s always been there—
Slumbering away for years.
Every now and then
It would raise its head,
Look me in the eye, and
Startle me out of my comfort zone.
Then somehow,
All that inexpressible longing
Would soothe itself back to sleep,
Knowing I could not escape
The confines of my circumstances..
This time, Lord,
It will not go back to sleep.
The circumstances still limit me,
But some part of me…
Dares to hope that You will make a way
Where I can see no way…
Father…
You are in control.
I… am not.
I only cry out for Your mercy
Praying that all this is
Not for nothing…
That what you made in me,
That who you made me to be,
Can be allowed to come
Out of the restricted spaces inside, and
This time…
I can stretch my wings and fly.