lent 3

If I stood before you, Jesus, stripped

of accomplishments

of wealth

of nourishment

of power

of security

of health

of intellect

of control

of friends

of family

Then what, Jesus?

I hide so well, my own nakedness frightens me

I study and praise and seek

I toil and pursue and fight

But rest, Jesus, to rest?

To listen, to breathe in the stillness

to trust You are working

before me

behind me

around me

within me

To sacrifice my chaos

For the peace of Who You are.