Post by MIRIAM JACOB on May 4, 2008 1:08:33 GMT -5
Daughter of The King
by Tammy L. Hensel
There is something in the question
“Who am I” that makes me dive
Deep into depths of reflection,
Wondering, “why I am alive?”
Some say that there are no answers,
Foolish question do I prate,
Humans are just random prancers
In the empty dance of fate.
Such doubts do not deter me,
In the quest myself to know,
I continue in my journey,
Through my psyche I onward go.
I reach the core of my being,
But do not like the things I hide.
For the first time I am seeing,
Results of my selfish pride.
Reaching out for His forgiveness,
I take hold of His pierced hand,
Trading vanity for meekness,
As His child I take my stand.
I’m no longer left to ponder
Who I am or why I’m here.
I’m no longer left to wander,
Without His direction clear.
I lift my voice in gratitude,
Praise for my new life I sing,
Gone is my selfish attitude,
Now I’m a daughter of the King.
© Tammy L. Hensel
Copyright March 2008
All Rights Reserved
by Tammy L. Hensel
There is something in the question
“Who am I” that makes me dive
Deep into depths of reflection,
Wondering, “why I am alive?”
Some say that there are no answers,
Foolish question do I prate,
Humans are just random prancers
In the empty dance of fate.
Such doubts do not deter me,
In the quest myself to know,
I continue in my journey,
Through my psyche I onward go.
I reach the core of my being,
But do not like the things I hide.
For the first time I am seeing,
Results of my selfish pride.
Reaching out for His forgiveness,
I take hold of His pierced hand,
Trading vanity for meekness,
As His child I take my stand.
I’m no longer left to ponder
Who I am or why I’m here.
I’m no longer left to wander,
Without His direction clear.
I lift my voice in gratitude,
Praise for my new life I sing,
Gone is my selfish attitude,
Now I’m a daughter of the King.
© Tammy L. Hensel
Copyright March 2008
All Rights Reserved