Submission, Lordship, and Rebellion.

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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Hold fast, fisted tightly.

How do I let go?

My will is strong, wrong or rightly,

But there is so much that I do not know.

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It’s a daily fight, deep inside my core,

To trust what I do not see.

But it is I this faith I am looking for,

The only place to truly be free!

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“My way is best”, my mind rebels,

“I alone know what is best for me!”

And the world in agreement wells,

Telling me to find my way to be happy.

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But is this true? Is this right?

To go about my own path and way?

Stumble along in dark of night?

Is there no other voice to which I could sway?

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Submit, a curse word, a word of slaves!

How we cry out against its crushing chains!

Surly it would crush us, as crushing waves,

Cripple us to be dependent on some cane.

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But is this word, submit, this curse,

This idea, really what we think?

Something to be rejected, as a matter of course,

To run from, as from a brink.

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Could it, perhaps, be more or less,

Not about slavery,

But rather to whom, allegiance, we confess,

To whom we follow, and that bravely?

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Perhaps, in the end, we all submit,

And it is only in whom we are submitting to:

To self, this bungle of emotions and wit,

Or, perhaps, submit to You.

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Trust and Faith and questions of Worship.

Submission inside my heart,

Not in slavery, but rather in Lordship,

And changes deep inside may start.

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Rebellion let’s go, my fingers unfold.

Both broken and whole I’ve become,

As I listen and follow this One, beauty untold,

And let His will and mine become one.

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Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be take from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.” Matthew 26:39

Joy Aletheia Stevens