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 at;

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,

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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