Poetry

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Willing to Die


I have never been so willing to die
And I will not insult my creator by stating blankly that this life is not a gift to me
Yet, only what I behold to be Truth keeps me here
All that holds me true is regarded exact
Yes, life is meaningful to me for it purposed to express itself in me
Such a gift this tent is in all its loss
Dissolving as it does with time
Times achievement is its detriment
Still, the undoing does not imply that light has no result
So much, does it, that as such I implore myself to submission
A Necessary step this is
And so much that objective defeat becomes the prevailing wind of exemption
The bread of insurrection
The breath of resurrection
I dare to say that to breathe my last is increase
To speak my last is in the Living Word
I welcome this exclusive of purpose in life, that which I do so value
No, I say this with nothing else in mind but destination
And that choice, reference to time excluded, is ours to make
Death is not to fear
If Life is love
Then death of this body is surely gain
It is so if love never fails
And fail it does not
To end it will not
And that which does not end does not die
It will live forever
As will I in Him
For Love does not die
Because love is life and God is Love
To live is to abide in God
To be in God is to shine with the Son
To be shown in the Son
Red of His blood
And white of His water
His freely given Spirit
That which only Love can do
Yes, I am here
And I have never been more willing to die
To live
Forever
For to live is Christ...
And to die is gain

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