Letting Go Poem by Wander Powell

I felt ashamed
but
I stood up
out of respect.

The preacher then continued
to prophesy on my life.

Tears began to roll
down my face
because I knew
he didn’t know certain things
about my life.

How did he know?

About six months later
I truly wanted to talk to him
but I still
had not totally surrendered
my life to God.

Again I felt ashamed.


copyright 2008
From my book,
R.O.C. the World: How to Make a Difference
(co-author, Henry L. Jones)