Surrendered Heart
Not surrendered identity
A strength to be reckoned with.
She does not demand respect
But you want to give it to her.
Her presence invites you to rest.
In fact, she is like a tree,
Holding forth nurturing branches,
Not a spiderweb trapping you for her soul food.
Her vulnerability is so lovely
You cannot keep your soul of of hers.
She is marked by genuine kindness,
Of one who has already forgiven you for how you will fail her.
She exudes the kind of strength that trusts and waits and suffers.
As unto God's purposes,
Not her own.
She lays her life down like a lamb,
Not a dog.
Her surrender flows from her love
Not fear or desperation.
Her surrender is a chosen thing.
She lives in the vulnerability of her longing to be treasured,
Her longing to be known,
Her longing to be invited in.
But she let her disillusionment tenderize
Not toughen her heart.
She does not hold the object of her love captive.
She does not make them pay
Or tie them to her with guilt
Or keep them in the terror of her critical eye,
But rather lets them fly free,
Enjoying all the more the reunion.
She lives at the mercy of no one,
She is captive only to the Father.
Thus, she is free to love,
Even if it means she loses.
She chooses doing love over getting love.
-Author unknown
Breckenridge, CO - Summer '12


