Burn Your Ships

I was told by the world
That treasures were measured
By money, power and fame
That the only way to survive
Was seeing things with clouded eyes
So I believed in the world’s lie
And tried to disqualify myself from the life I had been chosen for

I could be part of the world and love God at the same time
As long as neither found out about the other
I was an adulterous to my own life
I was imprisoned to my sin
Knowing that Christ had already paid that price
And made me alive again
Yet I still found myself serving that sentence
Enslaved to that idol that I claimed repentance
Being reminded by God
That yes, His grace covers
But I wasn’t walking in the manner in which He called me
I didn’t understand that what He was asking for was all of me

So I flirted with that line of holy and mundane until it faded
Could only find God on Sundays when my cries were belated
And the lens I was seeing through only made me more jaded

But I knew God
I knew the creator of this universe
I couldn’t barter my way into His presence
I had to remain in Him with no chance of going back
I had to burn my ships and face the facts
That I wasn’t destined for average
I was chosen for something great
I couldn’t let fear or comfort cripple me from my fate
I knew that if I waited later
My role would be replaced

So I kept no flaw of mine from Him
For He already knew it
Gave Him my brokenness so He could use it
Because He told me that every detail of my life was for my benefit
That my story would help someone
But only if I allowed it

So I was refined by His fire
Went to the background and gave Him center stage
Wanting to be a speck in His story
Just a period on a page
Any more of me would be robbing Him of His glory
And my only purpose is to bring Him praise

So I render myself in His hand as clay
Staring at the ashes of my ships
With no way back, I’m here to stay

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ahicks1121

This poem is about my fight for freedom in Christ, my road getting there, and finding my worth in this very moment.

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