who am I?
I will fade.
who am I?
I am a girl just trying to live her life. I am a failure. I am broken.
I am useless. I am ugly. I am a disaster. I am an emotional wreck. I
am ungraceful. I am at a loss for words. I am silent. I am blind. I am
unable hear. unable
to feel. unable to live.
those are the things I am, when I try to live on my own. that is who
I am when I leave God out of the picture. that is who I was before my
life was made new.
because now, I am able to stand up when I fall. I can live my life. I
am able to acomplish great things. I am beautiful because I am a
daughter of the Creator who knew me before birth.
I can speak, sing even, because I have joy and hope inside me. I am
made whole. I am sanctified. I am redeemed.
who am I?
I will fade.
but I hold on to the One who will never fade.
and while I'm living and breathing on this earth, I will share this
hope I have been given.
I have love to show, and life to live out. there are people around me
who I can reach.
I still fall sometimes. I cry when I'm upset. I laugh just a bit too
loudly. I trip walking up stairs. I run into walls. I get embarrased
about stupid things. I get shy sometimes.
I am me. I am a human being. I am a sinner. but I am a sinner saved by
grace.
and the very same grace I was saved by is the same grace that gets me
through my day. that allows me to love and care.
I am a crazy girl. I get distracted by shiny things, I like to laugh
till I can't breathe. I like to see babys smile. I like to watch the
sun set. I like to sing and play guitar and piano. I like music in
general. I like coffee shops and late night phone conversations. I
like warm hugs and evenings that are almost just too chilly. I like
quiet snowfall. and I like heavy rainfall.
I am me.
and I am here.
I'm living my life.
and sharing it with you.
so tell me your story
and I'll tell you mine.
talk to me about what's on your mind
and I willl listen to you.
I want you to know that I am here to walk this life with you. cuz I
got an invincible strength on my side.
maybe you know where that strength comes from. maybe you don't. ask
me sometime. I'd love to share it with you. And I would love to listen
to what you have to say.
who am I?
I am me.
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