Who I Am
Author: Mark Spencer
I am come into this world old beyond my years.
A child of the spirit bringing laughter and tears.
I race against my body, the temple where I’m bound.
For the house of my spirit soon will crumble to the ground.
I search back o’er the years and see my tale unfold,
the story of my life, now beckons to be told.
As a child I was a dreamer, a frightened little boy.
I tried to please my father, but that brought me no joy.
My efforts went unnoticed, they couldn’t please the man.
And so I gave up trying as away from him I ran.
Accepting that I’d failed, that my life would be for naught,
I put my dreams behind me, my virtues I forgot.
But who I was beneath it all could not be held at bay.
The nature of my spirit would never go away.
Every time I crossed the line, my conscience brought me back.
No God did I bow down to, yet he kept me on my track.
He picked me up each time I fell, though I never asked him to.
While I remained ungrateful, he continued to be true.
One day he came to warn me, for I had not seen the clues.
The life I’d known was ending, it was time for me to choose.
If I listened to his warning I would have to heed his call.
And if I should dare ignore him, I would surely fall.
It ended three days later, that life that I had known,
With the sound of screeching tires, my body slammed against the stone.
He wrapped himself around me as I slid across the road.
He kept me safe from harm, until my body slowed.
I did not break a bone, though I carry that day’s scars.
Yet I would never trade them, for the world, even the stars.
That day began my journey, and I’ve learned so much since then.
Now I’ve become a teacher and a fisher of men.
So if you seek to know me, just listen to the Lamb.
‘Tis He who knows my story, for He made me who I am.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Martin Vann (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, March 11 2003, 03:03 pm|
Isn't it amazing how an NDE can produce life with a purpose. Your scars are badges of courage, showing that you heard the call, they remind you and all of us, that there is salvation there, if, we want it.
|Lori Ann Day (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, March 11 2003, 11:13 pm|
You had the greatest of all fathers, God in Heaven, and he led you to Him. He gave you a story to tell that will bring other hearts to Him.
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