IT'S WHO I AM

I'm a hypocrite, a sinner, a saint in training, and by God's grace,

If I try hard enough to follow Him, someday I'll see His face.

Against God I rail, because I always fail.

It's who I am.



I'm a fighter, a survivor; even when I lose hope

A word, a hug, a caring thought helps me cope.

Though I am crying, I keep on trying.

It's who I am.



I'm not perfect; I do not always do the things I should.

I hope that when my time has come, I've done the best I could.

I will fake it until I make it.

It's who I am.



Washed in the blood of the Lamb, I am His, with the responsibility,

Imperfect as I am, to do His service to the best of my ability.

With all glory and praise to thee,

It's who I am.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written June 21, 2002

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