Fighting the Fading

My fingers press each corner
Again and again
But still it pulls away from the wall
Slowly...resolutely

I like that home-made painting
And I like it right there
Where I can see it each day
And remember

Palm trees, stars, and sea
I can almost feel the breeze
But those winds of change keep blowing
Threatening to blow my picture away

And so I keep pressing harder
Over and over
Fighting it
Tightening my grasp on the past

I want others to think
I've moved on
That the picture has already faded
There's shame in living so much in the past

Tomorrow I'm stepping out the door
To a new story
Though still connected to a bigger story
But I'm so afraid to let go...

Of my tiny little island of beauty and pain
And God's intimate ways
Of meeting me right there
In the middle of it all

So meet me here, God
Whether You erase it or make it more beautiful
It's Your picture
I surrender