Dying Daily

Die everyday in order to live forever.
My struggle is not against
What society construed or mixed together
To shape the person I’m supposed to be…
In their eyes.

But in Your eyes, I’m built
To last, built to fight those things
That force me to feel guilt,
Or pride, or hate, or jealousy…
In my heart.

Through God, my sole adversary,
I live. For God, my soul provider,
I die. I go to Him as you turn to some apothecary
Wishing for a fix to your struggle…
In your flesh.

Only when you turn completely
To the true vision and understanding
Of God will you be able to affectively
Prosper and flourish on earth…
In His eyes.

Accepting His will for your life
Provides you with the easiest way
To forget the daily toil and strife
And have joy in knowing you matter…
In His heart.

Find security in knowing when you fall
He is there to catch you when you have
Need, fear not for He possesses all.
Forget this life and die to live and walk…
In His faith.