THE MAN I AM

                (Son of the Great I AM)

Sometimes I wonder at the man I am; I know I'm a son of the Great I AM, but I wonder at the man I am, though I'm a child of the Great I AM.

Some things go together like beans and yam, or against another like bread and sand. Sometimes I wonder at the man I am, even though I'm the child of the Great I AM.

Am I the man I ought to be, or is there a better version of me? How I notice sometimes and envy, but that's not the man I want to be.

In the midst of friends, sometimes an island, it's a blessing and a cross to carry, how I'm able to see from the highlands, but sometimes alone do I tarry. How I find love in the strangest places, in the eyes of men and their strange faces: sometimes at a loss, man, it does faze me.

Sometimes in life I go through difficult stages, don't say a word passing those phases, keeping to myself like one of those sages, getting home alone and breaking down in stages, but God is there, Comforter of my cases. 

Like a tennis serve, he's got my aces; takes me down the line through secret places, whispers in my ear, I exhibit glorious faces: God for me, my saving graces.

It's hard sometimes, keeping it together when it's like he doesn't approve, and all my pains begin at his reproof. Perhaps I go a little wild testing the waters, revelling in the gift of his gracious mercies.

Sometimes, I wonder at the man I am, though I'm a child of the Great I AM. Sometimes I wonder at the man I am, though I know I'm the son of the Great I AM.