Who am I?

Who am I?

I hear the whisper deep within my soul.

And I seek an answer yet come up short.

Then the Truth, my shining beacon of hope, comes to be known.

I am who I am.

I am a daughter, a friend, a sister.

A feeling person often hiding behind a self-created mask.

I am alive, loving it, and eager for tomorrow.
I am insecure in myself, yet entirely sure of my maker.
I am His unique creation, I am one of a kind.
I am the Lord's.
And He is chipping away at my carefully constructed mask,
And teaching me who He is.
And further, who I am.

Survival

These are the moments we’ll remember,
In the dark of life.
Hugs and laughs and bitter tears,
And all the little things.

These are the moments we’ll hold onto,
When our lives begin to fall.
We’ll remember the good ol’ days,
And the people who made them great.

These are the days that will be our strength,
When we cannot summon our own.
Even apart, we’ll stand together,
A mighty tower through the storm.

These are the days that give us life,
And help us enjoy today.
Together, we survive,
Even in death, each will live on in others.

These are the days we’ll look back to,
That we’ll always love and need.
That we’ll never forget.
These are the days that belong to us.

These are the days that hold me up,
That break me down.
That make me feel,
That turn me into who I am.

These are the days that mean more to me than anything,
Aside from the people that created them.
They are the ones I would be lost without,
That I will never let go of.

These are the days that keep me going,
These are the days that will last a lifetime.