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.