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IDENTITY




I hear the crowds screaming
The applause is appalling
I cannot fathom the cause of their excitement
I'm in awe at the sight
For as I appeared in the spot light
I was cheered too loud
My ears squealed with a plea
Why do they rejoice at my presence?
What is it that I have that they honour?
Why don't I feel important?
As I regugitate on these questions
Show us what you got
They screamed
What do I have?
I was soo beaten and drenched by the flood
I suffered amnesia of identity
There is still hope
For a new dawn has come
And the morning is done
So therefore
I received illumination
On my world
The heat dried up the soaked destiny
And I'm light
Light enough
To realise
Who I really am
For greater is he that dwells in me
Than that in the world
They cheered at me
For indeed they saw the light in me
But all I could see was a drenched being
With no hope of clothing
Now I believe
For in abundance I receive
I won't be deceived
Into accepting a false identity
For I dwell in Christ and Christ in me
This is my confession
An acceptance of a new creation
a divine destination

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