POEM

Sweet Surrender

What causes mistletoe to grow in the top of a tree?

What causes a flower to bloom from a bud?  Snow to fall from the sky?

What keeps the earth spinning?  Why do we not feel it move?

What keeps a star suspended as though hanging from a string?

How does an invisible wind visibly blow through our hair?

How does a moisture-laden cloud float effortlessly above our heads?

How is it that a rainbow suddenly surfaces following the rain?

How is it that a hawk can soar for miles without seeming to try?

How do we live?  Think?  Breathe?  Move?

How do we feel?  Touch?  Laugh?  Cry?

How can we appear so strong when we are breaking inside?

How can we think we are so right when things are all wrong?

Why does God prove Himself faithful when we may have no faith?

Why does God still pursue us when He knows we may only run away?

How can He take anxious hearts and fill them with peace?

How can He take sleepless nights and transform them into rest?

Why did the Father choose to sacrifice His Son whom He loved?

Why did the Father choose to crush Him in order to save us?

Why?  Because in the face of our rebellion and rejection God is still love.

Because in the midst of our pain, God still bends down to be our comfort.

Why is it that all creation surrenders to the genius of their Creator?

Why does man still fight Him?  Find surrender so difficult?  So painful?

For when our surrender finally comes, our worst fears laid to rest,

Are not our lives best enfolded in not our will, but God’s be done?

Deborah