Who am I?

February 12, 2009
By Cheychey39 GOLD, Norwalk, Wisconsin
Cheychey39 GOLD, Norwalk, Wisconsin
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Lost and confused,
I'm so alone and scared.
While I'm hiding here, in my room,
My dad is on a throne, exalted.
My life is filled with hate and fear.
I dread each new day.
Why do I feel this way?
Wasn't I promised riches and jewels?
My dad is a king,
Yet I live in a dump.
Worried constantly of what people think.
What I should wear, think, do or say.
He tells me not to care,
What other mortals believe.
But he is a king.
He is worshipped, glorified, loved.
Everyone knows of Him.
And yet I am a lowly child.
Lost and confused.
Feeling so alone and so scared.
I have a brother.
He died for me.
He is my savior, my best friend.
He promised me that it won't always be like this,
This cruel way.
I won't always have to worry,
About what I do, think, or say.
My Jesus, he comforts me when things get tough.
When I want to go live with my father,
Right now,
Jesus reminds me that I have a job to do.
I search my mind,
But it comes up blank.
I feel worthless,
My life is pointless.
Then he takes me in his arms,
And holds me.
He assures me that I have a purpose,
That my life is of value.
Someday, I will meet my father,
My king.
And someday I will meet my brother,
My savior.
Until that day, can I look to mortals?
Can I ask for their approval?
No, because I am never good enough.
They are never satisfied.
But He is.
He made me special,
Just the way I am.
When I feel lonely,
Alone, or scared,
I look to him,
And he assures me that everything will be okay.
That though I make mistakes, mess up, and fail,
He loves me.
Always loves me,
Always cares.
And he'll hold me in his arms by that throne,
And whisper in my ear that He loves me.
His daughter, his sister.
This is who he made me.
This is who I am.

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