Dying, we live
And opening our hands, full of dreams
And dropping them to the floor,
We martyr our lives, living
It's not our deaths he asks for
(That would almost be easy)
It's a daily death inside:
To suffocate my desire, to
Offer my actions, my will to him
Lord, with all my heart I want you
Want your wholeness to engulf my
fractions
Want your righteousness to swallow my
dirt
Want your peace to obliterate my
yellow-bellied nature
I give you myself to be reborn, remade
A new creature, made in the likeness of
Christ,
Who by living and dying conquered both
life and death.
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