Christian
By Emily Stephen
Yes, I am a Christian
That doesn't mean I don't fall
This pedestal you put me on
Calling me a "good person"
Saying I have it together
It's a rickety structure
On which I am precariously perched.
I'm a sinner too
I think bad thoughts too
I judge sometimes
I hold a grudge sometimes
I hate...
I need a Savior
Christianity is not some crutch
That I need to stand tall
Looking down my nose at those
Who don't measure up
God is my Father
The one I run to
Crying, "Daddy, daddy!"
When I fall and scrape my knee
Or in most cases when I feel
I've fallen off a cliff
And broken all my bones
The joy of the Lord is my STRENGTH
Even when it doesn't seem there
Is any joy to be found
He is my HELP and my SHIELD
Even when I feel my anxiety is crushing me
He pulled my sould out of the depths
He said, "This one."
And I am confounded as to why
He would want me
This broken, wretched sinner
Who fails to remember to trust
But is still upheld in your right hand
Who fails to remember to respect
But is still counted as most precious
Who fails to remember who I am
But is still told in the faintest but sweetest whisper
"You are my beloved daughter. I know your name!"
