Dying to Self

As I was growing up, I carried a copy of this "poem" in my Bible. I still remember reading it for the first time, feeling convicted as I read it, and then cutting it out of a church newsletter to keep. Well, turn the clock forward just a few years... 

The Spirit brought the reminder of this back to me last week while I was in Orlando, and––my childhood copy of the saying, worn as it had been,