I wrote this one morning after waking up and just struggling with trying to live in my identity in Christ. As a Christian, I am a new creation, my heart has been made new. So how come it is so hard to remember that. This is as much a prayer as it is a poem. We desperately need to remember who we are.
Oh that I would simply remember the one in whose image I was formed,
That I would breathe the breath that He breathed in me.
Stand with the strength He put in me,
And rest in his arms, the arms that hold me tight.
If I could but remember this, I would know who I am, the one He made me to be.
(c)2005,Tom Allen
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