To Self I Die Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I pray my God a robe of white
I pray I do no wrong
That I may serve The Living Light
That I may sing Your song

I know no self can graduate
No self can rise on high
I pray all self I’d learn to hate
And to myself I’d die

I choose instead to walk Your way
To follow Christ Your Son
I choose that self would have no say
To see the battle won

You see the fool You see the proud
You see who seek for gold
You see who’s heart would please the crowd
But to Your Son stay cold

If self my God would see demise
If self You’d close life’s door
With Christ Your servant then would rise
And live forever more

I know that I’m forgiven Lord
I know I’ve found Your love
But still I’d never flee the sword
If self would rise above

Its hard for me to live like this
I see how much I fail
To so remain, I’d surely miss
The chance to flee this jail

So help me die to self my King
Stretch forth Your mighty hand
That I may rise on eagles wing
And dwell Your Promised Land