I must be erased.
Jesus IN me is erasure OF me.
Erase my ways, Lord – I don’t need it.
Remove the fear.
Blackout the sense of entitlement.
Redact the laziness.
Some say you can have it both ways.
Preacher said just be you and that’s enough.
Abraham was himself until Thunder spoke.
Mary was herself until Heaven visited.
Isaiah was himself until he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
As a matter of fact, my own mother was herself, until long ago, she took a cab driven by an irresistible man-child and later became his wife….
take my I,
take my will,
take my my.
Erase my ways and fill me with Yours.
Copyright 2017. Michelle St. Claire