Who Am I?Dont try to tell me who I am. I know who I am. You, on the other hand, are not trying hard enough. Who do you think you are? Are you inside of my head? Pay more attention to me before you draw your self-righteous conclusions. Dont you dare try to tell me who I am, because you have no right to do so; you have not even begun to understand me.
Dont try to tell me to change, for there is only One who can change me. I am who I am, and that will not be compromised. If you feel that there is something wrong with the way I am, you can take it up with God. Hes the One who made me. Did He not create us all for a purpose? Dont you dare tell me to change the way I am; you have absolutely no right to tell God that He made a mistake.
Dont try to put me in a box. You see, that would not only be ignorant, but also undoubtedly offensive. I was created with complexities so vast that they can not be named; I can not be labeled. Rather than simplify me, embrace m
Climate of the Human HeartI listen to the rain and thunder, watching as I sit and wonder,
Raindrops fall as joy does die; lightning strikes them where they lie.
From the storms we rise above, we live for things like hope and love;
We lose the pain; relieved, we sigh, laugh, and watch the cloudless sky.
But it will rain, again, well cry, happy thoughts will pass us by.
The clouds begin to twist and tie: our bitterness brews way up high.
Feelings rage with storm-like hunger, every time life pulls us under.
Still we take them, chins up high (pridea drought that drinks land dry).
But then joy flies, just like a dove, mal-emotion not dreamed of.
Yet soon enough joy passes by, raging winds again do fly.
I take in the sadness, the joy, and the madness,
demanding that God tell me why.