Who Am I ?
I’ve began to wonder just who I am;
what is my purpose in reality;
am I a residue of the creation of man;
God’s image of immortality?
Was I created to live; and then die;
was sentience wasted on me;
am I destined to laugh, and cry;
and then, simply cease to be?
I am the weakness of God’s perfection;
reflecting on my Master’s creation,
I represent the prodigal of rejection;
imperfection; seeking salvation.
Who am I; and what must I do;
can I be a child of the Master;
am I God’s image; or are you;
each of us brings only disaster.
We’re flaws in the Master’s perfection;
his kingdom has evil, within;
we’re the prodigals of his rejection;
the evil merchants of sin.
Many think that most are still good;
right, more often, than wrong;
perfection is, often, misunderstood;
it’s sin; to just go along.
Who am I; and how can I change;
what can any mere man do?
All within; you can’t rearrange;
in death; all are made new.
Monty 10.8.25. # 3,012