Surrender is so necessary,
It actually is so sweet.
I see it not as cast down,
Or my face toward the ground to meet.
The image is me as a child,
Standing on my feeble feet,
They may be shaky and tired,
But even on tip-toes I raise to entreat.
For as a child to a parent,
I raise my arms up, open wide,
To be swept up in loving arms,
Gathered up to God’s heart, held close inside.
Here is where I am provided for,
Here is all I need.
If my arms were busy grappling,
They would not be empty and free.
To reach high and surrender,
To be empty of what I don’t need,
Free then to receive all I truly dream.