I stumble through the fog and the clouds
I fight to survive through the storms
And manage to survive somehow...but who am I?
My being is changed; my thoughts scattered
Who am I... after all is said and done?
I am left wondering...if I am
Who I have always said and thought I was
Circumstances of life change people
And as bad as I hate to admit
I have changed...but not willingly
Life has tried to devour my very being
But I have a Protector...even when
I cannot realize or understand
That He is here, He is there
Holding my hand, taking command
I am...yes... I am
Who He created me to be
He watches over me
He expects nothing less
Than for me to do my best
He said if I did that
He would take care of the rest
And I should not fret
He knows exactly who I am ,why I am here
What He created me for, and when
I am suppose to leave
Oh yes, Jesus loves me...MJC.
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