Poem

Let It Go

Michael Beck

If God were King – in everything
We would have let it go
But sundown came, and wrath remained
We chose to let it grow

A wrong we saw, a wound we wore
We could not let it go
Our anger smoked, the flame we stoked
We would not bear the blow

So off we went, not heaven-sent
No thought to let it go
To fight the fight, with all our might
To rectify our woe

But we found out, what evils sprout
When we won’t let it go
And let the Lord pick up His sword
And let His mercy show

From Him we learn, how not to burn
And how to let it go
But rage did rule, our wrath was cruel
His hand we failed to know

The years have past, and come at last
We reap just what we sow
Mercy’s reward is only toward
The heart which let it go


Michael Beck is a pastor in the Dallas, TX area and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.