"A Little Every Day" a Poem

Updated: Jan 21

by Debra Ayis


By Debra Ayis

I die a little every day But not my soul, my spirit Only my flesh, its desires

I choose to serve my sire Picking up my cross And pushing through the crowd At the end, a crown to attain

I die a little every day To achieve victory In every struggle and fight No matter how life seems tight I will always win Even if it seems a loss To the physical eye of mortal man, I am continually soaked In the sweet rain of joy and victory

I die a little every day To renew my mind At every waking dawn Freeing me to fly From the very clutches of sin

I die a little every day Throwing weakness and fear To a long forgotten past I instead dorn on courage An unshakable faith Strength beyond measure Receiving authority and power All in this walk – of life.

Also published on YMI Today on 6 January 2014


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