Jesus,
My fist is tight
My knuckles white
My hand clinched by any means
A grip so intense
A finger-lock fence
Around my hopes and dreams
Afraid to let go
Afraid to just know
The plans You have for me
Resisting release
Just wanting a piece
Of what I know could be
But if I looked in my hand
Then I’d understand
There’s nothing compared to You
If I give it up
And just trust Your love
You’ll take what I had, make it new
In exchange for the loss
You’ll make up the cost
In ways my heart can’t conceive
Your ways aren’t like mine
But each one sublime
Why is it so hard to believe?
Jesus, gently pry
My fingers so tight
‘Til my grip is loose in Yours
Hold the hand that lets go
And help me to know
That Your loving hand holds more
Your palms bled for me
So my palms can let free
Cuz I’m held by the Lover of my soul
Hands lifted up
By the strength of Your love
Hands empty but somehow now full….
