There’s a very interesting country song called “Live Like You Are Dying”.  I first heard it several years ago and while that song leaves much to be desired in the way of determining what is truly important in life, the idea behind it is an eye-opening one, to say the least.  Well, the other day my mom and I were talking about a line from a different song from West Side Story (deep, I know): “from your first cigarette to your last dying day.”  I thought that was hilarious, because, really…how many dying days does a person have?  And then it hit me.  Every day is a dying day.  When life begins, it begins to end.  Time starts ticking at conception.  What is more, I realized that for the Christian every day is a dying day on a spiritual level as well.  We are to die to ourselves every moment of our lives.  So, this scribbling is what came out of that realization.

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Where did it go? It all seemed so

like play that day when Life began

before it ran away.

 

Time never turns back; it just goes black

when they say ‘Believe me, dear

life is here to stay.’

But Eternity starts now.

 

Every day is my dying day

life was here, but it’s fading away.

Every day is the last I’ve been given

so I’ll kneel and pray

and die like I’m Living.

 

I drew my first breath, but never knew death

began that day in two ways.

I sang the first note, but never wrote my name.

I never signed below the line

that read ‘today.’

Yet here it is; I can’t escape this.

It’s Today.

And Eternity starts now.

 

Every Today

is my dying day

life was here, but it’s fading away.

Every Today

is the last I’ve been given

so I’ll kneel and pray

and die like I’m Living.