Dying to live.

How do I live when I haven't died?
When something in me is still of me,
No matter how minute.
How do I live if I haven't been stripped of self and all it worths,
If somewhere in my heart, I think anything good dwells in flesh;
If I fail to see the vileness of flesh
How do I live?


I'd rather have the Father slay me,
Thereby finding pleasure in the scent of the burning flesh,
For what good has flesh done?
Have I been able to save myself?
The moral walls and haven couldn't stand the test of becoming...
What's the cloak for?
I'd keep running back to Him anyways.


Strip me of me,
Bring me to the state of nothingness,
Where I'd only be armed by your love,
That I may find hope and life in you alone.
Empty me of self, that I may be filled with you.
I want to die...that I may live...
In You.

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