I Am A Dead Man Walking

 I must die, before I can live.

To all that beholds me, so my life, I can give.

It is not for you to know, why my grave is open wide.

For in my choice to live for Jesus, the world must be cast aside.

I die everyday, to things like anger and much hate.

For when I worship God, I must let go every weight.

My fears have all been killed and worry has no place.

Till the turning of the tide, I must be worthy of this race.

Sometimes the lonely hours and the tears I cry so much.

Are closely knit together, for to grab ahold and clutch.

Where once beneath the fig tree, I was hidden, so I thought.

Christ The Lord, He saw me and heard me, as I sought.

If you should see me fading, as I choose a different path.

Understand my journey, must be cleared from every wrath.

The chains that held bound, have been destroyed by The Blood.

And now until forever, I serve Jesus, like a flood.

This river I must swim in, is not for the fainted heart. 

For there will be piranhas, to kill me, when I start.

When darkness is a blessing, as I look up at the stars.

My death to every fetter, will breathe

life, on all my scars.

Put me in a cradle or beneath a cold, hard floor.

But whatever is your choosing, God will open every door.

I am a dead man walking, and by faith, I will prevail.

To hear, well done my servant, from my Lord, as I inhale.