Letting Go Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

I rise from my death.
My old life is done.
My new life is hardship.
The old life was fun.

Gave it all away.
Not the things that I owned.
The old seeds of my life.
And the things I had sown.

My life was about me.
And the things I could get.
At the expense of another.
In my ways I was set.

I had to lose all I loved.
It was then I could see.
All that I had been.
And not all I could be.

I think of a Man.
And the truths that He’d taught.
He’s the meaning of love.
And love I was not.

Maybe love of myself.
And I got what I gave.
Not the freedom I sought.
But the life of a slave.

I was a slave to the system.
I was chained to the soil.
My spirit was dying.
As my blood it did boil.

Only anger, resentment.
And bitterness remained.
As my spirit lay dying.
I was going insane.

Expectations of others.
What could benefit me?
But my truth was a lie.
And His truth set me free.

If you want the gift of the promise.
Put your life on the cross.
Give your life for another.
And you’ll find what you lost.

Accept others as they are.
Just like God did with us.
Let their path be their choosing.
In the Lord put your trust.

The price has been paid.
For your debts in advance.
So true love you could know.
If you give Him a chance.

His live he gave up.
For you and for me.
Not for who we are now.
But for who we can be.

You are not what you think.
You are more than you know.
If you want to find out.
Then you have to let go.