Dying To Self

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

4 thoughts on “Dying To Self

  1. Great poem and truths, Sherry. Love this!

    C.

    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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