each day we die a little more

and let me each day die a little more to my flesh
live each day as if our time is running out
as in fact it is.
but each day i must live unto the Lord
as it is a precious gift
given that I may be His hands/feet in this dying world
a shining light on a hill
not suffering in interminable silence
despairing and self-destructing
living FREEE, free from sin, death, corruption
free to love others in a way that is surprising and countercultural
that is freakish and unusual, if need be
that is nothing about me but all about Him

i don't know how i bought all the lies
why i started wanting what everyone else values
how i got so confused

take me back to where i belong Abba
transform and sustain me
cleanse and renew and utilize me
make me pure and Holy unto you


guess i needed a wake-up call
teach me to love thee as i ought to love
all i want is to be in the light