I am individual.
Fearfully and wonderfully made; the crucible of molten struggles
Blood sweat and tears crushing me together like mandibles
Hammered gently into place by obstacles that may or may
not have been of my own creation.
I was fearfully and wonderfully made.
My purpose undeniable, gravity weighing my heart like shackles,
Burdening me with greatness that I’m able to achieve,
Even if I don’t believe that myself.
I am unique and special
No one has a story like mine, its arcane and mystical
A whimsical mystery that to others are fables
Fickle against the sands of time, lines written as it grinds against
The memories of my mind’s vestibule.
Can anyone know it?
None can truly understand because their perspective is different to mine.
They are never inclined to see through my eyes,
Steep as the hills they may climb they’d always fail the hill test.
It may be manual to them, but automatic through mine
Eyes still blurry as the mirror of my soul trine to my thoughts
As God’s divine light lay incident on it.
Incidentally, they may say they love me but how can they love what they do not know.
How can they hope to bear the fruits of what they never sowed
And trust that it be sweet when they have no idea how bitter it can be.
Through the cross of Christ His mercy may provide a way perhaps.
I am individual. Single and forever I shall remain.
Whether tied to another and founded to be in unison or tethered forever to the chains of my lonesome I will refrain.
The melody of my heart strumming to the beat of my feet as I keep pressing toward the mark of His high call.
Rest when I fall but a righteous man will rise again.
In times of treble I know where my help comes from; no one but Him
And so I base myself upon His foundation; the clef of the rock.
The only surety His shores shall bring to me,
The rest won through battles of anxiety and uncertainty.
I am individual. I am me.
I am exactly who He made me to be.