He’s asking me to die to other’s thoughts of my dirt smudged house.
To come to Him with a quiet, hungry heart.
To die to this flesh that cries for other lovers.
My heart longs for stead fast love, unfailing love.
The sirens call, I go to the world’s streams.
Returning, withering, heart panting for something Solid, something True.
Oh to die Jesus calls me.
To die, yes, but oh that death is life. Joy.
A constant denying of every lover, everything that deadens me to Joy to my Life, my Husband.