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My throne empty
My vision of control
Crumpled on the floor
My soil fertile
Yearning for the seed
Cracking, boiling
In its aching, deep need
The kingdom cowers
In the wake
Of my controller’s
Pent up rage
What of this throne?
Who will step up
Who will own
The responsibility here
To keep me safe
To keep me true
To give voice to every bit of me
To determine what I let shine through
God, God
Standing with me
As I hold and comfort
This controller who has guided me
Kept me safe
Brought me here
Who is so exhausted
Done
Resentful
Rage-full
God
Will you sit on my throne
Guide me
Make me your home?
God
This throne is Yours
I am Yours
You are mine
We are now of one kind
Your will
My will
You say
How I operate today
No separation
Nothing to hold
Release the old
Let this seed sink in
And let rise
This oak tree
Trunk and branches
Holding me
God
What is this blessing
How can it be
That I am home
For You
And You are home
For me