My Identity’s in question.
Who am I?
What am I doing here on earth?
Oh Jesus, tell me why?
It’s difficult to understand.
My query is “Where will I land?”
I sometimes feel in party mode
And then I crack. A heavy load
Of expectations crush my spine.
I wonder how I’ll ever shine.
The scene looks dark and I despair.
What happens if I enter there?
If I go with the seething crowd
And take the view that’s all around,
The smiling face that’s trouble’s mask?
To find the truth is all I ask.
“And are you now prepared to pay
The price? That’s all I have to say.”
The price? Of truth? I see, you mean
To stand alone in victory’s scene,
And sometimes take derisive news
Right on the chin if that bemuse
Some power-playing man-excuse.
And to respond with love alone.
No curse is uttered. I am one
With Jesus, cursed on hanging tree,
Yet risen, alive and driving me.
The truth alone is worth the fight.
The love behind it shines the Light
Upon the path that I must tread.
It’s love alone provides the bread
That I must feed on. That’s my choice.
I’m singing now. I have a voice!
The truth is worth proclaiming loud.
I stand averse to the liar’s shroud –
That knotted pack of misconstrued
Intros to a life of lewd
At this junction
But I’m up again and following
The Mastermind Who, creating
Amazing Life, has won my heart.
So from His presence no depart
Will satisfy the likes of me.
Come walk with me and you can see
That truth is all our hearts beat for,
And Truth is Love. He is the door
I’m loved you see.
And love is all I want to know.
Whatever the cost that’s where I go.
He loves ME!
He LOVES me!
HE loves me!
That’s my identity!
There is in Heaven a scroll
Where my life’s plan’s enrolled.
It’s mine to discover, and mine to find out
It’s mine to fulfil
And Mine to shout.
God knows me
There’s a plan for me
And that’s what I’m about!
I was made for this.
I was made for joy.
I was made to dance,
I was made to sing.
There’s a plan for me and
I’m right here in the ring
To the end. The last day,
When I shout hurray,
Jesus waits for me
His reward in hand.
I’ll persist till I’m there
At the very end
Of the Beginning.
Copyright © Helen Murray | Year Posted 2019
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