All My Story

Is there space in my life
for God to be God
or have I defined Him
by what gets my nod;
controlling him by my desire
restraining in a box
created by my design
one that now my faith mocks.

Is there room in my life
for uncomfortable ways
or have I arranged my hours
by the way my stiff heart prays;
constraining the unknown
living only in the cautious
missing His beauty of design
my doubts leaving my soul nauseous.

Is there hope in my life
gained by me letting go
or am I holding fast to rights
by pretending what I show;
time to be embracing
God in all His glory
allowing Him to be my everything
transforming all my story!