Will You Give Up Your Power?

Willpower, finely honed through years of wear

against compulsion, against behaviors relegated
to private moments, hidden from sight, secret
obsessions. Willpower, threadbare, exhausted,
torpid, inert, deceased. These truths resonate, define
not just my life but my resolve.... Why, then, do I balk
when asked to give it up, to own this truth?
Is this not bondage, this slavery to my paltry efforts,
my habiliments of sanity? I say it, mostly mean it,
want to offer self to God. But the question resonates
through my head, over and over, louder and clearer.
But when will you give up your power? 
When can I accept?