Just One More Breath

I am tired of living a life,

in a world where nothing

really matters,

whose only function

is self-satisfaction,

where goodness is measured

in terms of self-indulgence and

self-glorification,

and success by total

net worth;

I am tired of a life

without You;

I think about

how wonderful it will be,

when I am where

You are;

no more worry,

no more fear,

no more disappointment,

no more turmoil,

no more struggle,

no more doubt;

I think about

how I long to leave

this life behind,

step out of this

fleshly prison

and walk into Your

waiting arms,

but then I remember

how you lived Your

life for me,

without ever once

thinking of Yourself,

struggling and sacrificing

through the agony and pain,

bearing the isolation and shame,

giving up Your life

that I might live,

and I realize that You deserve

every minute of my life,

every thought, every action,

every breath,

that You and You alone

are my Lord and King,

that You have so much

more for me to do,

so many things left unfinished,

so much wasted time

to make up for,

so I ask for just one

more breath,

that I might serve You,

just one more breath

that Your name might

be glorified;

just one more breath

that I might breathe it

for You.

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