A Whisper

When I was too young to know any better I decided who I wanted to be, I became the me that my flawed ego needed to see, The personification of immature projection, I boldly ventured out without protection, Filling my backpack with doubt and fear and fear, Grandly missing so many marks with ego vision unclear, Until God whispered in my ear, “You were born perfect, Go where you want to go, Do what you must do, All the going and doing can not make you see, The divine perfect you I created you to be. Quiet your doubt, quiet your fear, Know that I am always near, Know me deep inside your living room, I have dwelled there since I started your heart in the womb. With knowledge irrevokable I Love You. Now you love you. And all you do will be the result of who you be.”