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