TRUE IDENTITY
Asking the same question over again In soulish rhetorics of a pondering mind Who I'm i? what I'm i? whose I'm i? The questions resounds, on and on Search no more but look above Look to your crux, the faithful Christ And there you'll find your image in light Gloriously set as the Apple of His eyes Well embellished with His very Life A shining star within the skies. In Him do we live, move and have our being Our perfect image embedded in Him Beholding Him we are transformed Changed into His perfect image. From glory to glory we are renewed Revamped to be a solution Not a part of life's challenge But a hand of hope to a dieing world. ©heavenly_broadcast # PUNCHLINE- Your identity is found in Christ, thus you'll never know who you truly are till you come awake to who He is, Aware of His Person, Power and Love totally perfect in Himself; in whom we live, dwell and abide, born in the same image as He unto great glory. Acts 17:28 Photo Credits- www.pixabay.com
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