I
stand strong, resisting the storm.
When
the rains come I grit my teeth,
refusing
to yield even an inch.
I
consider my obstinance a virtue,
and
hold on to my pride
like
a drowning man clinging to an anchor
I
was made to dance with the wind
and
yet I sit like a stone,
day
after day,
unmoved
Open
my eyes,
great
God,
and
show me the joys of surrender
Shatter
me,
oh
Lord,
and
let my brokenness
lead
me to your wholeness.
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