pick up your cross DAILY
and follow me.
oh but look..how this year
has become all
about
me.
no death to self
and therefore
no life
just colorless
motions.
but im longing to be freed again
and i know well that nothing else will do.
how many times must i wrestle in the valley
to come again to the place
where my self
must leave
and you must be Lord
of all of me?