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Identity Crisis
by Nancy Bucca
05/16/11
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I find myself caught in the middle again,
Wondering which way to go.
Went for a swim, but as I came back in,
Got grabbed by a strong undertow.

Now I'm in the sea as distraught as can be,
Though not very far from the shore.
My arms are so tired I barely can swim.
"It's hopeless!" I cry. "Save me, LORD!"

"Which way, LORD? Tell me, I really must know,
Which way, dear LORD, which way to turn?
The tempest is raging and roaring at me,
Its mighty waves, how they do churn!"

This ocean is in my face, furiously
Battering me all about.
A wave smacks my face and I swallow a fish
As the LORD asks me, "Why do you doubt?"

"You act as if you must turn this way or that
To swim your way out of this storm.
But I'm straight ahead of you. Look up to me!
You needn't be quite so forlorn!"

"LORD, you don't understand!" I cry, lifting my voice.
"It's the storm that's the problem with me!
I would so love, LORD, in your house to rejoice.
The problem is this freak-in' sea!

I'm drowning while I wait for you to reach out
An arm, that you might lift me up.
LORD, what is my calling? Can you set me free?
With this salt water I am fed up!"

"You're riding the waves of contention, my child,
A Crisis of controversy.
The whirlpool that pulls with its fierce undertow
Tugs at your identity.

Who are you child, whose daughter are you,
That you're out here swimming alone?
How is it that you have forgotten 'bout me
As you once again pick up the phone?

Remember the days, though it seems long ago,
When you had eyes only for me,
When you used to love me and give me your prayers.
I was your security.

Remember, remember, remember, my child,
When you would leave sister and brother,
Father and mother and uncle and aunt,
And every "significant other"

Just to spend time with me, just to kneel at my feet,
Giving me your all-in-all.
I'd rather have that than your money or works,
And the service to which you feel called.

In me there is comfort, in me there is peace.
No deceit is there, no worldly charms.
Come back to me, darling, please come back to me!
I'm waiting here with open arms."


If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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