Who Are We?...
Who Am I?
Am I who you think I am
Peeking at me through those rose colored glasses
Believing I can do no wrong
Dancing down the roads of my time
To achieve a perfect life?
Peeking at me through those rose colored glasses
Believing I can do no wrong
Dancing down the roads of my time
To achieve a perfect life?
Or….
Am I who I think you think I am
Watching me fall over and over
Judging that I will never succeed
Hobbling down the unpaved roads
To disembark in failure?
Watching me fall over and over
Judging that I will never succeed
Hobbling down the unpaved roads
To disembark in failure?
Or….
Am I who I think I am
Looking at the underbelly
Knowing all the bad choices
Racing down roads traveled in error
To places I should not go?
Looking at the underbelly
Knowing all the bad choices
Racing down roads traveled in error
To places I should not go?
Or….
Am I who I sometimes think I am
Considering some of my actions
Aware of what good I have done
Traveling down the higher road sometimes
To where His warmth is felt?
Considering some of my actions
Aware of what good I have done
Traveling down the higher road sometimes
To where His warmth is felt?
Where is the real me in all of that?
I am all that and more...
My Creator tells me that
I am who He thinks I am
Glancing down from the height of heaven
All knowing of who I try to be
Leading me beside waters still or churning
Toward the safe haven He has offered me.
I am who He thinks I am
Glancing down from the height of heaven
All knowing of who I try to be
Leading me beside waters still or churning
Toward the safe haven He has offered me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Psalm 139:13-18
you formed me
in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—
you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—
what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
You know every
bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.
Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I’ll never comprehend them!
I couldn't even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
(The Message)
(The Message)
Written by
Corinne H. Mustafa
I am who God created me to be! Love your post :)
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