A little girl finally surrenders
Now I cannot flinch or falter,
When I bring my Isaac to the altar.
But I know these tears from my face will fall,
As you remind me to give my all.
"Why, Lord, why?" My feeble voice cries,
Not willing that my flesh should die.
My hands tremble and want to cling to it tight,
But I know deep inside that this is not right.
The prettiest toys, the most beautiful scenes-
On earth, you've given a glimpse to me.
I reach my hand in the air to touch,
And it simply slips right from my clutch.
So now I'm left with this empty shell,
I treasure it now, I treasure it well,
But even so, your voice tells me, "Let go,"
"You have to surrender; in time you will know."
Bringing my Isaac to the altar,
I've tried not to flinch; I've tried not to falter,
Once I laid it there, I smelt the sweetest smell,
That no human tongue could describe as well.
My heart sings with praise and the song ascends,
All scars and wounds my Saviour will mend.
The choice glorifies His wondrous name,
And I, His child, won't be the same.
My Lord made me let go of the empty shell,
To fill with His love an abounding hope.
Now no other earthly treasure can quell
This longing for Him, for He's all there is.
When God asks you to give up something, there is often a very good reason why. It’s only because we are limited in our human faculties that we do not understand. I wrote this poem knowing that I had to surrender something in my life. It was a painful process giving it up, but I knew that all He wanted was to give me His best in His own good time.