I keep hearing
the voice
I keep hearing
the call
to be someone
but every time I look around
at the greatness in others
I am told
not to aspire to their greatness
but to find my own
and to remember
that my gift
and my glory
is to be myself
and to better myself
in the reflection
of his glory.
1 comment:
Yet another poem of yours that I connect deeply with. Thanks, Uncle Mark.
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