We look high and we
look low but just don’t see,
What we are bred and
born to be.
Identity is sometimes
found in money and power,
But nothing is sure and
this almost always goes sour.
Sometimes we make it
all about popularity,
Trying to make a name
for our posterity.
But popularity is often
simply fleeting,
One wrong move can send
everything reeling.
So, what defines you
and me?
Come, choose to be a
disciple and see,
God knows exactly who
we are supposed to be!
We are convinced that
Jesus died for all people,
But we cannot just
proclaim this when we’re near a steeple.
This sacrificial love
is the compelling factor,
In everything we do
during this life and after.
We no longer live for ourselves,
We live aimed at God
rather than trying to fill our shelves.
We are a brand new
creation,
The old way of living
is now the fuel for cremation.
We are the ambassadors
of Christ,
And even though we will
never give up being enticed,
We become God’s righteousness,
Through Jesus and his
sacrifice.
God’s Word has much
more to say,
About whom you and I
should be at the end of the day.
So when you struggle
with identity,
Look to Creator, Father
and God in order to see,
What we are bred and
born to be.
If you use my poem, just give credit where credit is due. Thanks.
Josh
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