Existential Psalms.

This earth has nothing I desire but You.
I breathe for You; You are my breath.
Neither silver nor gold, for they are Yours
just as my life, my heart, belongs to You.

My pains, my cries
my tears, a bottle.
I weep, I die,
a hundred different deaths,
before living pure and new again.

Infinite previous deaths,
flushing out the old and in with the new,
an equally infinite future of lives,
no control, just surrendering
to the perfection of Christ.

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