The stuff of life reveals emerging personalities;
Bold or timid, sharp or dull, intense or too carefree.
The Master has designed it all, just like a diagram;
Yielding is essential to fulfill the whole program.
Probing every facet, grasping all I could become
Excites, but there are some things I might choose to scurry from.
Not everything will be a snap, though worthy, fun and fine.
Still, dedicated diligence can make a life that shines.
Embracing body, mind and soul, my path I must attend:
Develop my potential just the way that God intends.
The journey has its challenges, but also many joys:
Unique perspectiveís just a tool, like others He employs.
Created for a purpose, equipped with all Iíll need;
The only willing soul around prepared to do this deed.
A secret agentís what I am, Ďcause Ďtimes I just canít tell
Which part of quirky me Heís used, or if it all went well.
Physically, no one would know, I look the same as you,
And everything seems fine to me; lifeís rosy-never blue.
But some things donít quite suit, although harmless and discreet,
And affirmationís not for those who march to their own beat.
Regardless of the pleasure Iíve enjoyed by being me,
The world views me a misfit; disdains what was to be.
Their thorough castigation soon shatters my delusions:
Benign deference from the norm leads only to exclusions.
Subtle or substantial, scorn sanctions solitude.
Joyous freedomís soon replaced by tendencies to brood.
Shrouds of somber scrutiny surround my sagging soul;
Perceived affronts and thoughtless words soon take a mighty toll.
Succumbing to the stigma of rejection prompts resolve;
Iíll placate them, it canít be hard, I know what it involves.
They want me to be just like them; to think and act the same,
Iíll make some changes, then theyíll see, Iím ready for their game.
Somehow, though, it isnít quite as easy as I thought;
It doesnít seem to work, it doesnít feel the way it ought.
This moldís not made for one like me, itís just a deadly trap
Ďcause forcing makes me feel as though Iím surely going to snap.
My futile efforts turn me back; in shame I see my Lord
Extend a hand to draw me close, restoring our accord.
Enveloped in His arms of love, relief and gratitude
Remind of Godís best plan for me, and all that will include.
My God-ordained place in this world He made clear from the start.
Peculiarities and all, Heís chosen every part.
Just a nudge snaps me in place, I fit just like a glove,
My custom built abiding place, formed by His heart of love.
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