Letting Go Poem about Trusting in God Troubles slip through my fingers like sand as long as I cling to your commands, letting your Word direct my way - floodgates to block and keep me at bay. But it's never easy to deny yourself entry, shackling your will under lock and key of the sentry. Not more grit, more letting go. Not what I can birth, what you can bestow. There's no carrying crosses with only my will; my volition is far too volatile. I can get swayed by the winds of the world, unable to predict my will after they've whirled. But you're unchanging, stable, and steadfast. You provide strength and aid when we ask. Bury pride and leave it dead in the dust. Victory is praying through trials and learning to trust. Justin Farley

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A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems About God by Justin Farley















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