the greatest mystery

In the beginning, could you see

that I denied you last week?

Before descending, did you know

that my heart would be a stone?

Gracious Father, in your hand

are mysteries I can't understand.

And the greatest mystery is me.

What am I so afraid of?

Do I think you'll run out of love?

You've never left me. You never will.

You shouldn't stay, but you hold me still.

I say I follow and I look so clean

Only You see the depths of me:

my fluctuations and floundering steps,

my hesitations and baited breaths.

Gracious Father, in your hand

are mysteries I can't understand.

And the greatest mystery is me.

Never let me go.