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Who am I?

Who am I really Lord?

Your saving grace can I afford?

Why am I here?

I ask this with a tear.

My head lies down tonight,

with a little bit of might.

But, still my thoughts are low

And I don't know why this is so.

I do not yet know of your will

and this is why I have no thrill.

It seems I'm floating around

not knowing where I am bound.

I feel like I don't affect affect anyone

and I always feel so dumb.

Help me figure this out God

because this makes me feel really odd.

When I ask you with a cry

Who am I?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem during a confusing time during my college sophmore year in 2001. May apply to some other people in confusing times also, life is confusing but keep trying because you will figure it out.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 3:34am
©16 May 2002 - 7:45am — singmoriah
12 July 2003 - 2:49am — Joseph Brown (not verified)
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Very much a place I have been myself...I havenot moved past this stage of asking "Who Am I" or "Why God"...the poem flows very well and ends with a great and very powerful point.

I have one thing to say from my experience...my marriage got lost in the church...do not let organized religion consume your relationships, you lose yourself and everything else.

Keep writing and believing in Love...and just like the movie, I hope you have happy ending to your Love story Belle....

Joe