IDENTITY
I am myself.
Should I deny who/what I am
by pouring sad regret upon
the memories of what I've done
that shaped the person I've become?
I am content with being Me.
But Jesus comes,
and suddenly I see myself
more clearly, for His presence shows
the glitter I assumed was gold
and wore with pride is only old,
dull tinsel sewed to tattered rags.
Seeing His face
I blush beneath my grimy mask.
Had He not come I might forget,
pretend away my guilt and shame.
But now I can no longer hide
in shadows of such self-deceit.
Immanuel,
forgive me, for I did not know
how hideous my sin until
I saw the beauty of your love.
I yearn to be like you, and yet
I cannot change the "I" that is.
Should I just die
and bury all that shaped the weak,
distorted soul I am today?
Redeemer, make of me instead
a new creation that your name,
your grace, your character replace
the shabby things that once were me.
I am myself.
Should I deny who/what I am
by pouring sad regret upon
the memories of what I've done
that shaped the person I've become?
I am content with being Me.
But Jesus comes,
and suddenly I see myself
more clearly, for His presence shows
the glitter I assumed was gold
and wore with pride is only old,
dull tinsel sewed to tattered rags.
Seeing His face
I blush beneath my grimy mask.
Had He not come I might forget,
pretend away my guilt and shame.
But now I can no longer hide
in shadows of such self-deceit.
Immanuel,
forgive me, for I did not know
how hideous my sin until
I saw the beauty of your love.
I yearn to be like you, and yet
I cannot change the "I" that is.
Should I just die
and bury all that shaped the weak,
distorted soul I am today?
Redeemer, make of me instead
a new creation that your name,
your grace, your character replace
the shabby things that once were me.
