Not About Me

It’s not about me.

It is not about my comfort,

My plan,

My illusion that I have control.

Because I don’t.

I lost that right

On the night I took my first breath

And my first step

And I first cried out into this world.

I was nothing

And if it weren’t for you and your

Great mercy

Who took a step back and said

I see more.

I see this nothing and

Know I can make it something.

This nothing is worth my dying for.

You deemed me a worthy

Candidate for grace.

When I rejected you,

You took my place.

I stopped and gazed

Upon your broken face,

Upon the holy one.

With a whispered love

My world,

The world of which I was

“most”

was rocked to the core.

You grabbed my heart

And opened my chest

You loosed chains and

Completed the arrest.

You cracked me open.

Arrested into freedom

Held captive by love.
I can see now that your grace is enough

Gently you seized my heart

And helped me to see:

My life is not about me.

My story is for God’s glory.

You alone are the reason

I have

The breath in my lungs to cry

Or to praise.

You are the strength in my feet

When the world gives way.

You are the author of this story of mine

Yet I shake my fist

And dare to correct the author of time.

I want my plan first

And so often I am unaware that

When I am at my worst it is then

I took it into my own hands.

Live to worship and

Live to serve.

What more can I do?

There is so much more you deserve

But I am incapable of giving

All of the praise due.

My story is not for my own good.

So be gentle of spirit and see

Where God leads.

I am a lamb

Walking in fields of green.

Lead me where you will

Still.

Life is not about me.