I cling to everything around me
With fists clenched tightly
Doing everything I can to not lose that which you’ve given me.
I obsess, I worry, I cling
To those things
which were never actually mine in the first place.
These things I did not earn; they are mine by Your grace
and You give and You take away,
Still, blessed is Your Name.
But I’m afraid
That if I let go and hold these things in the palm of my hand
Saying, “LORD, what is mine is Yours; have Your way”
That suddenly You would take them away
And leave me without these things I love so much—
These things I fear to surrender to You,
These things I fear so much to lose.
But I know that if I choose
To loose my grip on all this grace
And hold them up, say “Have Your way”,
That whether You keep or take away,
You are enough, LORD, still You remain.
And all these things You’ve given me
In this season specifically,
Are instruments through which I’d see
All the grace and love that You have for me.
And whether or not one day You say, “Enough”
And take back one of these things I love,
You know what’s best for me, not I,
And You tell me that all my needs You will supply.
And even if I were to have nothing,
You would be everything
Because You are enough.
You are sufficient.
Everything You created was made to point to You,
They never were meant to rival You
For a place in this heart that loves, that worships.
This heart, may it adore You alone.
Make this beating lump of flesh Your throne
And take Your rightful place,
The first place,
That You deserve.
So here am I, with open hands,
Everything I have, everything I love
Inside of them.
Every talent, every gift, every blessing, every treasured possession,
Every friendship through which You’ve shown me so much grace,
Every will, every dream for my future, every hope,
My life, my health,
I give, my loving, all-knowing Father, to You.
You know what is good for me more than I do,
And so, with open hands I trust You.