Surrender

It's been a long time since I picked up my pen.

My sword.

It's been too long since I opened my heart.

To the world.

Because you know us sensitive types.

The way we bleed.

The way we see everyone's pain.

The whole world's need.

Sometimes I close my eyes.

Imagine a field of wild flowers.

And I spin my wild self in it.

Turn my face up and laugh for hours.

And in my mind He sees me.

Picks me a bouquet of blue.

He touches my cheek

And laughs loud too.

Then we sit together.

He and I in that field.

He points me to the cross.

And I yield.

I yield.

And so it comes again to this...

Surrender.