Get out of my own way

We want our own way,
  it is hard to put down our ideas,
The way we see things,
  the way we want to do it, alone.
The Spirit stands, waiting,
  patiently for us to put it down,
"Let is be with me, God,
  according to your will" not mine.
Never my own, a surrendering,
  once again, I am but a vessel.
Not the wind, not the light,
  not the power which controls,
The one who listens, instead,
  to the wind in the trees and the wing.