Obedience Hurts

a poem on lamenting what is behind

Photo by Lucas Campoi on Unsplash

Some days
My soul is willing,
                               Pliable,
		                           Surrendered,
                               Flexible,
                 Peaceful.
I want to follow,
Where You are leading.
To walk the walk.
I want to see 
The marvelous works  
You have in store. 
I know I’ll be with You, Lord,
And You’ll be with me. 

But today,
My flesh is weak.
With every step 
Into a future
You've made,
I lament what is left behind.
My soul wounds are raw,
They scream at me
With every step of faith,
They ache…
Pounding, 
           Pulsing,
                         Stinging,
                         Burning,
           Slicing
Loud
Grief. 

My spirit is willing,
My life is Yours, Lord.
I'll take the leap,
In the midst of the pain,
Because today, 
Obedience hurts. 


~Anna~