Agony is all I feel
Until I get to You and see,
Until I let You get to me
And set me free.
Struggling, striving,
Ever hiding,
Not abiding,
Until surrender.
When I let myself let go,
When you live in me and grow,
When I let You set me free,
Is when I see.
I catch the glimpses from above,
I’m sometimes drowned within Your love,
But other times I lose the vision,
Have no focus; feel division.
I thank You for the battle won,
I thank You for Your Holy Son,
For Him who died upon a tree
And will complete good work in me.
clarakatalin 
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