Father, I give
to you the many things over
which I have
no control:
Those things
that seek to control me -
emotionally,
mentally, physically, spiritually.
Those things
that cause my heart to grieve and ache.
Those things
that are painful to call to mind.
All the fears
and concerns of the past,
present and
future. Those things that I
would change,
if I could, and have difficulty
accepting
because I can't.
The people
you've given me, in love, to love.
The bodily
aches and pains.
My precious
Lord, I give you also those things
over which
I do exercise some control:
My comings
and goings.
The thoughts
I entertain, the words I utter,
the actions
I speak through.
I surrender
to you my aspirations.
'My times are
in your hands,' by choice.
I surrender
to you the placement of my affections.
All that I
would prefer to maintain control of,
I give to
you. Those things that bring a security in knowing that I can make a choice
in them.
Those roles
in which I have a position of authority
or influence.
In giving all
to you,
I receive
your fullness, your blessing, your love,
in ever-increasing
measure.
As I empty
myself, you fill me.
And with deep,
deep joy and delight
I give you
also my love.
©
Susan Gleeson.




