I Am
Am I pretty?
Am I popular?
Am I nice?
Am I loved?
Am I a joke?
Am I stupid?
Am I a mistake?
Am I enough?
Do I fit in?
Do I stand out?
Did I really do that?
Should I?
Could I?
Do I?
Must I?
Am I?
Does He forgive?
Yes.
Does He love?
Yes.
Did He die?
Yes.
Is He?
Can He?
Will He?
Does He?
Should He?
Yes.
The question is about Him,
Not me,
Not I
But somehow in this twisted system we call life
We all try,
We all strive
To be the center
Of attention
But God is an intervention
I think I am the sun
And other people are planets that orbit me
Follow me
Do what they see
Decide who to be
But I am not the sun
I am just a planet
An orbiter of God
Yes I am not the center
It is not into my kingdom people enter
When they die
No I am not the focus
Because I sin
And again and again
I wonder if I have fallen out of orbit
Every time I sin
Am I pushing myself away
From Him
Am I putting me first
Am I quenching my thirst
When He's the living water
And suddenly it's back to me
I am once again the false center of all that breathes
Or it feels that way
But popularity
And fame
They never stay
Beauty, love, friends
They are fleeting
And I,
I am needing
God
He is here
I am hurt
He is healer
I am in constant fear
He is comfort
I am a sinner
He is forgiver
I am lost
He is seeker
He is strong
And I am weaker
But
I
Am
His
And with this
I am back in orbit
Never floating in an empty space
Again
I am face to face
With my creator
And then
It all falls into place
I cannot focus on me
I cannot call myself names
Cannot say "I am"
Because this whole "life" thing
Isn't a game
And Jesus, The Lamb
Yes, He said
HE said
"I Am"