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I AM
©2008, Janet K. Poludniak
I was a child;
I am grown.
I was forlorn;
I am never alone.
I was self-conscious;
I am self-confident.
I was cowardly;
I am courageous.
I was victimized;
I am victorious.
I was broken;
I am restored.
I was lost;
I am reborn.
I was abandoned;
I am accepted.
I was deficient;
I am complete.
Who did this?
I AM!
He said, “Be still;
I AM GOD.”
He leads me on
the path I trod.
He takes what’s wrong
and makes it right.
He turns my darkness
into light.
He keeps the stars,
the moon, the sun.
He is I AM;
the only One.
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| Hey, Tom, Glad you stopped by. You're right. I'm His and He's mine. Wouldn't have it any other way. I'm thankful for those promises. Bless you back. I'm not sure what "tne" is. Send me an e-mail with details, and I'll drop by. Janet |
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Comment by: TomA Online- 2008-05-03 11:10
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Hi Janet,
You expound in few words the promise that Jesus makes to all who will step out in faith and say, " Jesus, I trust in You."
You, Janet, are one of God's unique and much loved children.
I want to thank you for the comments you made on my poems. I havent been on here in awhile. I spend more time on tne, "Our Echo," site. I hope you look in on me there.
God love you
Tom |
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| Hi John, You're not intruding. I appreciate your honesty and sharing how you feel. It's been said by many who are better known than I, "What we do not acknowledge, we cannot change." That's where I had to start--acknowledging what I was and felt and what I wanted different from that. The key was not to blame others for where I was, but to "own my own stuff." Blaming never helps anyone; it merely gives us an excuse to stay put where we're already stuck. I hope you find your way clear to seek out truth in your own life. Thank you for commenting. Hugs, Janet |
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I'm not a Christian, and my God is such that I could write your poem like this:
I thought I am grown;
I find I'm a child.
I thought I'm never alone;
I find I'm forlorn.
I thought I'm self-confident;
I find I'm self-conscious.
I thought I am courageous;
I find I'm cowardly.
I thought I am victorious;
I find I victimize.
etc
But then that's me (and I'm intruding, sorry!)I like your poem. I can hear it sung in Elizabethan England. I like poems that go straight to the jugular, no pussy-footing or words no one understands. Good work. |
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