Paradox

each little bit of me

that i slowly surrender;

each small part of me

that You draw out, make Your own;

makes me more free,

free within myself.

no longer holding the

heavy burden, the

responsibility.

each little bit of me

that i slowly surrender;

each small part of me

that You draw out, make Your own;

makes me more owned,

Your possession,

property,

shackled by the happy paradox

of being Your slave.

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