When I let go, I closed my eyes tightly---only me and Him.
I held out my clenched fist, slowly opened it, and let it all just slip through my fingers.
I looked at Him and my heart sighed in simple repentance:
I've clung to my sin more than Your grace.
Exposed and uncomfortable, I looked away.
Ever so gently and gentlemanly, I felt His hand slip into mine.
He didn't leave me empty-handed. He just gave me something better to hold on to.
