When I gave my heart, God broke it and let it shattered. When I handed my soul, God put it in the coldest, dimmest place; isolated and alone.
When I gave my heart, God broke it and let it shattered.
When I handed my soul, God put it in the coldest, dimmest place; isolated and alone.
When I was low on strength, God drained out my power and left it empty.
When I surrendered my all, God let me got beaten up and bled endlessly.
And so I said, praise the Lord.
The One who knows my whole heart so well to break it in the way that is most painful to me, like no one else could ever did, for they are unable to discern me as much as He does.
The One who knows the blackest part of my soul, and bothers to put it in an even darker place to reveal how far He sees right through me.
The One who knows me inside out to weakened my mind while letting me know that He recognises all of my nonsensical notions.
And so I rest.
Dying, but smiling.
Embracing the evidences that I can finally surrender myself safely in the arms of a sovereign God,
my trustworthy Creator;
The One who is able to reach deep into me and not afraid to crash every breaking points inside me,
to prove that He is God.
And indeed He is my God, the only God who truly knows me.
And so I sleep.
Enjoying deep slumber under the gentle whisper of my God who says ‘I love you,’
while He is preparing me a new heart, a new soul, a new mind, and a new me for the upcoming days.
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