Surrender
It was hard in the beginning.
I thought it was a race worth winning.
I had to sit back for awhile and let myself smile.
I had to remind myself, I am not in charge.
I had to remind myself, I am little. There is someone much bigger,
there is someone with Grace. I have to let him take my place.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I AM FEELING SAD TODAY | 3 | 07/08/2009 |
| Thanks to those who stand for our Country | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| Surrender | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Forgiveness | 1 | 05/23/2009 |
| Despite | 1 | 03/26/2009 |
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