Therein the act of living,
A choice we face each day —
Will we choose to die to self
Or self do we obey?
The answer seems foreboding
I know what I must choose.
Our Master points the way so clear
We’ve everything to lose.
Inside our hearts beat vying
To own our weary souls
Guiding to the darkest lusts
And making spirits dull.
Self worship’s lips stand lying
With words of sin and pride.
Infected claims of tainted hope
Now slaughter us inside.
There’s wholeness in our dying
When self is thrown away —
When everything we thought we lost
Is gained another way.
The paradox of suff’ring —
Where trials have their place
To shape our aching heartbeats
And to point us to His grace.
Let dying be our living;
Let Him open up our eyes
To a world with hope unending
Where His kingdom is our prize.
Lessons in Veritas 