I am finding that taking the next step on the ladder toward heaven is the hardest part of life for me. I am fully aware of its height and am not so frightened of how far it takes me from the safety of ground as I am afraid of the fact that as soon as I go one rung higher the one beneath me dissipates in a cloud of dust. My world dissipates in a cloud of dust.
The world I place so much stock in, the world I try so desperately to leave behind me, the world which has nothing for me, the world which is so worthless in light of eternity and all that that entails. Yeah. That world.
The thing which disgusts me so much about this is my rebellion to let it fall away. I am determined to remind myself daily of all that sacrificing it would mean to me. All that I would have to leave behind: A home, a family, friends, church, safety. Yeah. The world.
It has to become nothing to me in the sight of my God. It has to become loss to me in the sight of His fellowship. It has to become nothing to me in the light of His love. It has to.
Speak the words I can’t deny
Watch the world I used to love
Fall to dust and thrown away
I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
So wipe away the crimson stains
And dull the nails that still remain
