I Will Die To Myself

 Today, today, I will kneel and pray.

I will say to the Lord, He is the only way.

From my heart to the heavens, without any delay.

Dear Lord, hide me, from all pain and decay.

Unmoved I will be, in my way, that be clear.

As mountains will melt, so my trees can all bear.

With power and with might, I will go deep in prayer.

So heaven will rejoice, without sorrow and tear.

Oh wretched man that I am, may my soul be so filled.

For mercy and grace, were all paid from the till.

Up will I rise, to fight to the end.

For with

greater than the wind, my enemies will bend.

Perhaps I may be, all weak to my knees.

Where wilderness flows, without the buzzing of the bees.

Whatever the cost, I will die to myself.

To be a chosen vessel, without dust on the shelf.

My life is not my own, so I was told.

And there is much to do, to bring sheep into the fold.

My net I will cast, as I launch out into the deep.

To reap a mighty harvest, without slumber or sleep.