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Surrender

My way always,
that’s what I want.
My way fully,
that’s what I seek.
My way above all.
Always.

All the world,
it should be for me.
All the world,
it should go my way.
All the world,
it should be mine.
Mine.

But my way fails.
Again and again.
Frustrated am I, even crushed.
The world, it levels me.
I’m not in charge.
I’m brought low.
My way, it dies.
So do I.

Another way I begin to hear,
even the Way of Another.
Invited am I from within to love,
to let go of my way.
“Follow Me,” says He,
“the better way of My Father.”

Love comes close.
Nothing to lose do I have.
My way I let go
and then become new.
Thanks does too.
His way is now mine.
Your will be done,
not mine.
Better is Your Way.
Come what may.