Who Am I?


Who am I?

Who am I
As I stand before Life?
Some guy from Louisiana
Living in Texas
A Presbyterian pastor
A husband of thirty-two years
A father of a daughter and a son
A son, a brother, an uncle
A follower of Jesus

A Wild Mustang
A Lost Soul
An Angry Prophet
A Frustrated Poet
Looking for his song to sing.

Who am I
In the depth of my soul?
None of these answers seem enough
They are all right and yet
Who am I?

I get glimpses of me
Some I like. Some I don’t
Some parts of me I want to party with
Because they are so cool
Some parts of me I want to send away
Because they’re not who I want to be.

Some parts of me have no name
I don’t know them at all
Yet somehow, I am less
Due to my ignorance of me.

Who am I?
I really, really don’t know.
So many in me I want to meet and welcome home
And love.
I sense lots of energy in me to be released.
Lots of energy

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