It’s Not Me

You died, I live
Yet I keep throwing my life away every time I feel like I can’t handle it anymore.
Why can’t I accept your redemption, your righteousness?

You died so that I can live.
But what is this life to me?
I accepted your salvation, yet I still look like a slave.

I am under pressure.
But didn’t your death free me of that?
You tell me not to worry, yet I worry away the minutes you have given me.

You died and I still live
Yet I can’t see myself as worthy.  I drive around, screaming at the top of my lungs because I can’t understand why I would deserve the life you made me to live.
But that’s not the point, is it?
You didn’t die only for me.  It’s not even about me.  Yes, I matter, but there’s so much more than that.

You died so that I can live in you.
I can’t live in your salvation, your grace, your freedom, your righteousness.
Is that not enough?  It’s time that I shared you, because it’s not about me.

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