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.