No legacy to leave. No parting message to impart. If my life leaves you anything but Jesus, what worth is it to now implore? I will be forgotten. Maybe not today. And perhaps not tomorrow. But my life, a brief mist I’ve been chasing to control. I can’t care anymore what you think of me. I can’t desire your affection or afford your affinity.

I’ve been living for a world not built to last, with eternity in my heart, this duality certain to tear me apart. I’m done. White flag. Surrender. I let my ugly show. Let the shadows in my life point to him. Let the victories in my life point to him. If it’s not for him, then it’s for me. And this just can’t be.

I surrender. The need to be understood. The desire for control of your perception of me. Take my routines and plans and thwart them for you alone have set and numbered my days. What could my hands do that you haven’t already seen?

I surrender. But while I grieve still I will live. I will love. I will lead. I will laugh. And I will fear only him and keep his commands, this.. THIS is the whole duty of man.