Me

The self I know is nothing special

But I know God made all unique

Now, the things I know, I may tell you,

About my life, in my own view

I was born on the third of the third

Month of the year,

In siblings of three, I was the only she

The family’s princess that was me

As you see, I chose a poem

Not a sketch or something with figures

Sadly, I was not blessed with a gifted hand

To draw a picture easy to understand

But my hand holds a similar tool

The power of words I chose to use

And this is a proof of my hard tries

To express my inner thoughts – word-wise

As much as my imagination, passion

For making the stage my playground

Drove me to defy the resisting gravity

To my school club that to me is family

Since I love words I might as well share

That the books I read are nourishing food

For my brain, my soul, and even my heart

At times, reality and fantasy I cannot tell apart

Active, I am not so, physically

But I am fully committed to one sport

“The Beautiful Game” as they call it

Where glory is attained using mind and feet

Although you think you might know me well

By reading the above, here I am

To tell you that there is more to me

Than books, plays, or fantasy

Beneath the armor of strength, smiles

Is a soul struggling to find meaning

In all that is happening everyday

And why God made them that way

I never doubted in His will or his Power

His judgment was always divine

To me, He is a mighty Savior

Who cradles me in love, His tower

Since I moved from what was my home

To a world that was completely dissimilar

Events led me to ask Him why

Soon, to that world, I bade goodbye

And then came this, my new home

Taught me to love and to treasure

Each one of our Christian brethren

And my faith was greatly strengthened

I realized that God never gives us anything

That we cannot learn anything from

He has all the good and just reasons

In all times and trials, in all seasons

And I have occasional fears

That hinder me from growth

But I ask guidance from the Lord Almighty

To stay with me throughout the journey

Before I was born, I was God’s child

The end, I wish would end in the same way

Proclaiming the glory of His name

In my whole life may I aim

 To serve Him and His other children

And be a steward to all of creation

For when asked in heaven who I am

I may say I am God’s polished gem

 christineg | 2011