Recreation of the Heart

I am unsure of who I am.
I belong to God, the one who hears my cries

Oh, Father, Mother, I want to be free

Where does freedom take you?

I am free
In letting go
What I wanted most

In listening
To what I didn’t want to hear
And letting go
Of how it turns out

In listening
And being very quiet enough to hear
In letting go
Of being right

In listening
To the silence
Of letting go
of my ego

I am very certain that I have made some serious mistakes. Oh God, please don’t let me go. Please don’t let me go.