We must die to the part of ourselves that clings desperately to things that are passing away...

Made to Die

There you are, living it up on this side of the curtain

Lifting a champagne toast to a shallow fleeting existence

Though you pretend not to notice, or know its significance

But the hole in your heart is the living proof

You were made to lay down and surrender

all that you cling to

Made to die to vanity and depravity

Made to be filled with the heavenly and the holy

Made to rise with Christ in His eternal glory

Sticking to the Savior...

...this is my story