By Lisa Huddleston
Letting go he fell
To the manger
The sea
The cross
The tomb
The sky
And glory
But I have grasping hands
That cling to
My will
My way
My purpose and
Meaning
No glory there
Until
I let go
By Lisa Huddleston
Letting go he fell
To the manger
The sea
The cross
The tomb
The sky
And glory
But I have grasping hands
That cling to
My will
My way
My purpose and
Meaning
No glory there
Until
I let go
