
Identity Crisis
Who am I?
Well that’s what I’m asking myself
Spent most of my life trying to find the wealth,
Wealth not of riches of this land,
But for a soul that lies deep within man,
Sitting in this pew, listening to this sermon,
Knowing I could not be deserving,
Of the gift that God gave to man,
So when I die, I could live again,
Like one who brings a knife to a fight,
While his opponent is packing,
As I quietly listen, I find myself lacking,
Hey! Don’t get me wrong, I consider myself good,
But good doesn't cut from what I’ve understood,
I’ve sat in this pew, many times before,
This time is different, it’s like I’ve open the door,
To something that I never knew existed,
And though I’ve heard it before it never looked so realistic,
Now I realize that I was playing a game,
Trying to finish one I could never win,
Realizing my mistakes, I have to choose what’s right,
Not knowing if tomorrow's light, Will ever see my sight,
Though Hell is the punishment, that’s not enough to change,
Many know their going, but they don’t seem to change,
For me knowing that I will never see His face,
The one who created me and showed Love and Grace,
So when I realized I would see my maker,
I asked for salvation, no longer being a faker
To Be Continue
Part 2: http://heartspeak101.blogspot.com/2011/08/souls-journey-part-2-of-3-delete.html
Part 3: http://heartspeak101.blogspot.com/2011/08/souls-journey-part-3-of-3-front-line.html