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I Am...
 
My little friend has asked the question;
I will reply the best I can,
Who am I, my sweet child, Meggie?
I, born of fickle, faulted man?

I am a child of God the Father,
adopted to the royal throne,
so all I am or ever had
belongs to him, is not my own.

I too am fickle, faulted, feeble,
yet grace sees me forgiven too.
Look not to me for an example;
I'm no better than the worst of you.

Just a child with tunnel vision,
who tries so hard to do life right.
The object of my adoration
draws me onward towards the light.



By cherryk

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