Turn Out the Lights
Turn out the lights.
Please.
I can’t see the stars.
I miss the stars.
I can’t remember
the patterns,
the beauty,
the glow.
But, I know they remain;
bright, alive,
simply overpowered
by that which is near:
the floodlights,
the streetlights,
the headlights.
Let me step down;
disappear,
so God can shine.
His power,
made perfect in weakness,
is visible
when I diminish,
when I let go,
when I fail.
When I give up
my need
for control.
When I give in
and let Him be God,
it is beautiful,
it is miraculous
it is perfect.
So, turn out the lights.
I’ll vacate my throne.
The stars will be seen,
and God’s wonders revealed.
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