who am I?

Like a grain of sand on the shore?
Or the waves that holds it's Course?

Who am I?

The man I choose to be?
Or am I possessed by Love and it's Deeds?

Who am I to Speak?

With the worst past ever,
to speak in the presence of a Holy Endevor..

Who am I to Walk?

Down The streets of Gold,
Or the Ghetto where the Smile a kid touches me like soft petals.

I'm great full for who i am and whatever reason i was made..to know that is there is a Creator who loves me is better on the days that i feel like dirt.

But whatever reason i live when i remember of what you have made I consider myself and for that i praise