Identity
Identity
Author Dana Redricks
November 27, 2015
I don’t know much about my Identity;
They were lost in the pages of history.
My ancestors were stripped of their
Identity, and for it will always remain a
Mystery, but whatever it may have been;
One thing I know for sure without a doubt is
I am child of the most high el shaddai
He is my strength; he is mighty, and powerful.
In God Yahweh I have my being; they may have
Stripped identity, but one thing will never change,
And that is the love he has for me, and in his arms
I am forever free.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2015
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