I’m Not Dead Yet
Mike Palmer 2006
It’s a slow death, dying to self; a battle for my soul
I thought love was something I could do
But love was what held You on the cross,
Lord, what I know in my head is not helping me
What I feel in my heart is not empowering me
I am not able to surrender my will for Yours
I cannot stop trying to accomplish
What I envision as righteousness
Nor can I really truly sincerely love anyone, but myself
I know that in order for me to succeed in loving
I must die to myself and allow You to live through me
I have yet to fully understand this process,
Yet I trust it will not be without pain.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Ellen Thweatt // Jun 30, 2006 at 3:34 am
Excellent thoughts! I totally relate to “I’m not dead yet”. As you said, I can’t love properly without God’s spirit doing it through me. I must die out to myself to become alive in Him.
2 Ellen Thweatt // Jun 30, 2006 at 3:44 am
I noticed you are a poet. In the Hebrew and Greek, that means, prophet. So the spirit of prophecy or the office works in you, or both.
Greek Reference: From a compound of G4253 and G5346; a foreteller (“prophetâ€); by analogy an inspired speaker; by extension a POET:—prophet.

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