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~
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That's beautiful. Well done.