Calvary painted love's picture for me.

SELF

 

A morsel of bread for a starving soul

A prayer, a touch to make him whole

A drop of water to parched lips

A blanket for baby on her hips

 

I die to self.

 

I smile in the face of much disdain

Encouraging others through my pain

Thankful, though I’m persecuted

Praise when my word’s disputed

 

I die to self.

 

A prostitute, my sister in trouble

An alcoholic could be my double

Bipolar, was me personified

When by my love identified

 

I die to self.

 

When I am not seen but they see you

When I see people and not their hue

When I can drop it all and go

That is when the world will know

 

I die to self.