Poetry

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Who Do You Say That I Am?

I am a wife and a mother…
I need to be like no other….
‘Alright, so I lost it… again..and again…
But one day I’ll make it through, Lord…but when?’

I am a friend worthy of honour…
I need to be like no other….
‘its true…your friendship is a treasure..
but…in a world marked by ‘who we know’, you’re just half-measure.’

I am an academic, that’s never a bother…
I need to be like no other…
“30 minutes left!”. My heart cried!
Before me lay an empty page…something in me had just died!

I am a…I am a….yet another…
I needed to be like no other…
But each time I could plainly see,
It was not what I had thought I’d be.

Stripped and pruned by His own hand.
I have no imprint on the sand.
‘Nothing…nothing…I am nothing…!’
Recoiling, retreating, merely existing.

The Deceiver smirked, ‘my plan is working.’
The Father replied, ‘You forget, I AM sovereign!’
“Help me Lord..something is wrong…
In my weakness, You’re supposed to be strong!”

‘What I see, child, is your dearth
In not knowing your eternal worth.
Not in your head, but deep in your soul,
Your value in Me will make you whole.

Who you are..is my child
Redeemed and bought by the blood of the Lamb.
You are my Beloved, you are mine,
I had a plan for you, before time began.”

For you, dear one, are like NO OTHER.

©2000 by Sita Henderson

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