free

I put too much stake in beauty 

And the Lord allowed age

I put too much stake in activism 

And the Lord allowed grief

I put too much stake in creativity 

And the Lord allowed dryness 

I put too much stake in desire

And the Lord allowed disappointment 

Until one day I could no longer lay claim to anything. I could no longer identify as anyone. Stripped of all, before me stood the Lamb and my eternal salvation. And with just enough hope left, I reached for the hem of Jesus and laid claim to Grace. And ultimate freedom followed. 

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