A Handful of Pain

Your hands are clenched
Your grip held tight
Your palms are sweaty
Your knuckles white

It’s getting harder
To hold on to
This thing that is
So dear to you

Your hands are hurting
Your arms are weak
As a still, small voice
You hear gently speak

“Let go of this thing
Quit wasting your time
On something that
Is rightfully Mine.

This burden you bear
Is not yours to hold
Let Me give you rest
And carry your load”

But your hands are clenched
Your grip held on tight
Your palms are sweaty
And your knuckles are white

You hold dreams of the future,
The fears of the now,
And regrets of the past
And you cry out, “How?”

How do I let go
Of this thing in my hands?
Can I really trust
In Your omniscient plan?

But gently He knocks
And softly He calls
Insistently, He asks
“Will you give Me your all?

All your hopes and your dreams?
All your fears and regrets?
Will you give it to Me
And trust I know best?”

And with trembling hands,
You loosen your grip
And the thing you’ve held on to,
Begin slowly to slip

Out of your fingers
And into His hands
Empty and waiting
In His presence you stand

A faith in His goodness
Replaces the fear
As handfuls on purpose
Begin to appear

And what you’ve held onto
You no longer grasp
Because your know
It will be worth it all when you see Him at last