Let Go
Would you let him go
If you knew it would
Make him happy?
Would you make him go If you knew it would Make you happy?
Holding a burning coal on the coldest night Will scald and burn
Just as you’d drown In an icy pool In the deepest desert
You may want him And he may long for you But there is no room
To describe this As a need when both are
Already so rich And full of life And love.
If Jesus comes he won't let to
He doesn't think He can
But there is no Choice to be made
There is life or A big pile of stones
Nothing like a sharpened sword to sever those difficult gordian knots, my friend.
