Dying Once More For My Lord

I feel a poem coming on.
Where do I begin?
Was what I did so wrong?
Life as I knew it comes to an end,
Once again.

Ah, but I was saved.
My friend told me so.
The earth beneath me had caved.
When nothing means anything, anymore,
Where do I go?

She saw that I was crying.
Said, "Here's what you need.
I know you feel like you are dying.
Say this little prayer with me."
I said, "take this miserable life,
I don't want it, anymore."

No, that's not what I said.
Although that's what I meant.
Wouldn't I be better off dead?
Life leaves me broken and bent,
My will, my ego, and all that I am,
Just went out the door.

Fill this empty vessel called woman.
I cannot bleed another drop.
Pour into me your lovin',
Before this heart of mine stops.
I won't live another day like this,
Take me, I'm yours.

Lost everything in my little world.
My people, my legacy, my heart,
Life as I knew it simply up and furled.
Mostly it was my mind - just fell apart.
Now what is left of me?
Jesus, that's all.

Once again I'm dying.
Once again I'm writing.
Once again I'm trying.
Once again I'm born.
Dying once again,
Dying once more for my Lord.

Reinventing one's self is not a sin.
To stay as you are, forever, probably is.
So don't get too comfortable in your own skin,
You'll lose your mind when life as you know it,
Comes to an end.

If you faithfully look to the heavens,
The One who created you, saved you,
Will lift you up, breathe life into you,
No matter where you've been or what you did,
Jesus loves you, still.