Disclaimer: I do not own the song, "Surrender" by BarlowGirl. It's a wonderful song, you should listen to it while reading this.
Enjoy!
Surrender...
-BarlowGirl-
Ever since I was little, my mother would tell me stories, amazing stories that are hard to believe, but I was just a little girl, so it was very simple to understand such things. I would gaze at her intently as she told me how Moses led the Hebrews away from Egypt and into the Promised land; how Noah built an ark and carried two pairs of each type of animal; how Daniel was thrown into the lion's den, and yet survived the night because his God silenced them. Then, my father would tell me I could be just like them, be great and faithful, and how that works in real life, such as going to college and getting a doctor's degree.
My hands hold safely to my dreams Clutching tightly not one has fallen So many years I've shaped each one Reflecting my heart showing who I am Now you're asking me to show What I'm holding oh so tightly Can't open my hands can't let go Does it matter? Should I show you? Can't you let me go?
Ever since I was little, I dreamed that someday I would be considered important, and have a bright future with a family, and die old. But I forgot the part about the price of following after God, and that's what has brought me here, to this difficult decision. He whispers to me, telling me to give it all up for Him, to throw away my dreams and plans, because He already has one, just for me. I know He understands my hesitance, it's only human, but does He know that my dreams are me?
Surrender, surrender you whisper gently You say I will be free I know but can't you see? My dreams are me. My dreams are me
I don't want to give them up so easily, especially since it's just stories I've heard and reheard over and over again all my life. I don't want just stories, I want...I want something I can feel, touch, see! Everyday, I walk by others I know, and immediately they seem greater, brighter, and more important than I, and it seems like these dreams that I've had all my life, are crumbling away, and aren't even there anymore...
You say you have a plan for me And that you want the best for my life Told me the world had yet to see What you can do with one That's committed to Your calling I know of course what I should do That I can't hold these dreams forever If I give them now to You Will You take them away forever? Or can I dream again?
Even though it seems my dreams are nothing more than a mere childhood memory, there's always that spark that seems to appear, and remind me that I'm something special, something important, and I'm not just some useless zombie, roaming this Earth without any emotion or goal.
Surrender, surrender you whisper gently You say I will be free I know but can't you see? My dreams are me. My dreams are me
That spark also triggers something. Something else that reminds me who's going to be there to guide me throughout life, and that's God, because He doesn't mean to literally give up and throw away your dreams, He means to go on with your dreams, but let Him take the reins, and guide you.
Please review of what you thought, but no flames, please! This is from my heart, and my heart is fragile... Thanks everybody!
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