Dying Slowly
The Canyon
At a distance
A tapestry of color
Tranquil and calm
The Branches
A warm host
Inviting me in
Showing off
The Leaves
Rustling in concert
Demanding a closer look
Transfixed on every detail
Something Unexpected
The Veins
Like lightning
Striking seemingly at random
Yet with incredible intent
The Blades
Like fire and fury
Advancing ferociously
Consuming everything
The Battle
Wind and rain blowing
Loosening Summer’s grasp
Wrestling with each leaf
The Fallen
Walking along
A path of destruction
A war zone
The Old Self
Clinging
Fighting
Losing
The New Self
Pushing
Struggling
Winning
The Spirit
Killing every remnant of me
Until only You remain
The glorious in-between
The Beauty
Alive in dying
Gaining from losing
Victory in defeat
The Death
Angels long to look
Each moment
Of The Already But Not Yet
My Lord
Spectacular are the canyons that are Your covenant people
Glorious are the branches that are the effects of the Spirit
Hopeful are the leaves that are my daily battles within
How Beautiful We Must Look To You As We Are Dying Slowly
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Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 2 Corinthians 5:17
And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. Mark 8:34
For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. Romans 7:18–19
For this is the will of God, your sanctification: 1 Thessalonians 3:3a
