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"Surrender yourself to the Lord, and wait patiently for him."
Psalm 37:7 (GW)
 

 
Grip…
Don’t let go.

Grip…
Can’t let go.

Grip…
It’s mine.

Grip…
It’s me.

Grip
Rip
Tare
Fear

Hold-tight…Too-tight
Grip
Grab
Squeeze.

Cling-Stuck
Grip
Grab
On-top, Smother
Breath.
…need to breath.

Tired
Let go
…Just a little…

Grip loosens.
Grip undone.
Grip
Gone.

Release-Sweet
Tender-free
Be free
Set it free
Let it be
Let me be.

Whatever you are holding onto so tightly
…May be the thing that is holding you back.

Let go of your grip.
Surrender.
Be free.
 



"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." Galatians 5:1 NIV

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~Carole A. Smith
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