#GoodFriday a #poem

I have died
A thousand tiny deaths
Only to find myself
Rising up
Back where I started,
A little older
Perhaps a little wiser.

But now my soul
Grows old with weariness,
Life grinding to a halt.

Bury me with You.
Kill off once and for all
Every thing which chains me
Ankle to old earth.

Change me in this fertile soil
Cause my life to germinate
Raise me up with You
To grow and flourish
As I should do:
Shelter for the lost
And food for the pilgrim.

All my life an offering
For your Glory.

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