Life for Death for You

You look like a brown paper bag.
Plain. Small. Crinkled. Wrinkled.
Used to fill, used to empty. Tossed away.
You look like an autumn leaf.
Vibrant. Small. Erratic. Crumbly.
Used to signal Fall, used to live. Then to die.
You look like a balloon.
Flown. Popped. Hanging. Varying.
Used to pacify, blown. Then popped.

These are not to offend. These are not to infuriate.
And aren’t we all tossed away?
Aren’t we all crumbling inside?
Aren’t we all to die?
Our purpose is to die
Because our objective is to move on to the next life,
Whichever life to lead that may be.

Our objective is to live just to die.
Our life is made so that our death is adequate
To the time we spent glorifying Him.
If I am to live just to die then why not die inside just to live?

I am alive on the outside.
I am dead on the inside.
I am alive on the inside.
I am dead on the outside.
I am all for You.

That is my purpose. That is what is given to me.
I’m taking what I have and making it worth my life
Because my life is for the use of my death,
Shouldn’t I enjoy both?

Give me life. Give me death.
Give me both.
Give me the instruments to enjoy them.
Make me an instrument so others may enjoy them as I do
For my life’s purpose is to glorify You
And to do that I must use the life and death You’ve given me.
Glorify me with your love so that I may glorify You with mine.