Oh Lord if I can die to you in the little things,
I can then die when it counts.
When it matters if I let go,
or hold on.
When all that matters
loses its meaning,
in the bigger gain.
Oh Lord, if I can practice letting go today,
then tomorrow I will with ease,
cross over,
feel the curtain brush against me.
Although I will have stepped from my
skin,
discarded as a set of clothes.
Nothing to hamper my rise
into the heavens.
Nothing to keep me weighted
to the ground.
If I can die to you right now
then I can die to you,
when it’s time.
Oh Lord, if I can learn to live in the little things
then I can live when it counts.
When it matters how I let go,
so that I leave nothing behind.
When all that matters
will be that I have learned to live,
by dying to the finite things
to exchange them for the infinite.
Ana Lisa de Jong
November 2017
Image: Monica Galentino, Unsplash
‘Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.’
John 11:25
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