Is dying to self an awful thing?
Nay! ‘Tis but the process that ultimately brings
The best of us grown out
I shudder and cling to that that I know
My familiar rut, behaviors that flow
Naturally from me
Around and around in the same old track
Getting stuck deeper, so much that I lack
Would I but be willing to let go
To turn myself upward to those better things
Relinquish the rust and jagged dings
Reach for the Lifting Hand
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Dew Upon The Arbor 
Great poem and truths, Sherry. Love this!
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On Wed, Aug 25, 2021 at 10:31 PM Dew Upon The Arbor wrote:
> sherryvycitalyork posted: ” Is dying to self an awful thing? Nay! ‘Tis but > the process that ultimately bringsThe best of us grown out I shudder and > cling to that that I know My familiar rut, behaviors that flow Naturally > from me Around and around in the same old trackGetting stuck ” >
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Thank you, Carol! 💞🥰
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Ah, so tough at times our natural flow, no wander we need a Savior.
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Amen, Sharon! Thank you!💞
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