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  317.     

Challenges

We all face challenges in this life, even those who follow Jesus Christ,
So all challenges we must address, through our God's Righteousness,
Many challenges are from this world, but God's Truths we must herald,
Always in God's light and His ways, in these present challenging days.

Many may struggle with their identity; just who and what they are to be,
But, God's the One, who helps us be, that individual we are, as we see,
Living Truths in God's Word we read, this as we allow The Lord to lead,
Through God's Holy Spirit, within, that all our identity, comes from Him.

One challenge for many is Authority, men desiring to plan their destiny,
Not wanting to submit in their life, to the plan and ways of Jesus Christ,
But, in this life men cannot afford, to oppose the Authority of The Lord,
As our Lord has authority over all, nations and men, both big and small.

Another challenge; worldly influence, for those lacking Godly prudence,
With many lacking Godly discretion, taking instead, the wrong direction,
Then they live opposing God's Truth, only to experience God's reproof,
While some who do stray will learn, then back to God's way, they return.

As we grow to know God personally, with The Lord, we find our identity,
To Christ's Authority, we then submit, to live out our life as God sees fit,
So we're influenced by God's Word, living out those Truths we've heard,
While we purpose in this temporal life, to live for The Lord, Jesus Christ.

(Copyright 11/2012 Bob Gotti)
 
Bob Gotti

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  318.     

Mask

Note: This is a song!




my mask
barely covers
who I am
yeah, who I am
what I pretend
to be ain't
who I am
yeah, who I am

my true identity
has been hiding underneath
the person I pretend to be
is only what others see
it isn't me
'cause

what other people see
it isn't the true me
my mask barely covers
who I am
yeah, who I am

I might dance
I might sing
I might do anything
but I pretend
I know nothing
that's my mask
why can't you see?

that my mask barely covers
who I am
yeah, who I am
what I pretend
to be ain't
who I am
yeah, who I am

my true identity
has been hiding underneath
the person I pretend to be
is only what others see
it isn't me
'cause

what other people see
it isn't the true me
my mask barely covers
who I am
yeah, who I am

I might pretend to smile
when inside i cry
I might laugh off something
that made me want to die
I keep my secrets
I don't want to get hurt
I think you can connect
because, because

your mask
barely covers
who you are
yeah, who you are
what you pretend
to be ain't
who you are
yeah, who you are

your true identity
has been hiding underneath
the person you pretend to be
is waiting 'til it can be free
and

our masks
barely cover
who we are
yeah, we are
what we pretend
to be ain't
who we are
yeah, who we are

here is the scary thing
is every face we see
a mask hiding something?
do they hide happiness, or tears
do they hide what we fear
or maybe something beautiful we can't see

and maybe someday
we'll outgrow our masks
but when is that, you ask
 
Adele Katie Bowling

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  319.     

Bottom Line

I am 'Me',
Because I am 'Myself',
Never hit left!
Never hit right!
What I am,
Is who I am,
I rerseve my own philosophical identity,
I resile my own interdependant indemnity,

I Am what I am,
I trade nothing of it,
I hide nothing oft,
As I fake none of it,

What I am,
Belongs to me,
If what I am is being pity,
then you pity nothing of it,
Who I am!
Is what I am!

Who are you to judge?
Who are you to oppose?
Who are you to isolate?
Who are you to impersonate?
Who I am,
Is what I am,
Because I enjoy the proudly culture,
As ofcause the good smell of my traditional honey,
Identity! Identity!
Because what I am,
Is who I am,

The veins, I belong!
The heart, I belong!
The soul, I belong,
The mind, I belong,
The Body is nothing at all,
But I belong!

You do not have to respect me,
But neither me is to disrespect,
I do not build from expectations,
I grant my life a vest of decent revelations,
You do not have to love me,
But neither me is to hate agains you,
What you see,
Is what you see,
But what you get
You Never had
 
Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa

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  320.     

Palestinian am I..

Palestinian am I.
No one can take away from me
My identity,
For it is mine.


Palestinian am I.
I am the river that flows
Through my land.
I am the mountain
Noble and magnificent
Rising up out of chaos and destruction.


I greet the morning sun
That shines down on my fertile valleys
And parches my barren desert.


I am the red poppy and yellow daffodil
That grow upon my bloodstained hills.
I am the battle cry of freedom
That echoes through my corridors
And every fiber of my being.


Palestinian am I.
I am the proud owner of
Orange orchards and lemon blossoms
And honey bees, wild and free.


I am the Palestinian
David child wielding a single stone
Against the Israeli Goliath.
I am not afraid,
For truth is with me and God is on my side.
If I die,
A choir of angels will honor me
And later, my parents will grasp my outstretched hand
And join me in Heaven.


I am the tears of
Mothers weeping for their dead sons.
I am the footsteps of ancient prophets
Who foretold of doom and destruction
To those who torture and oppress me.


My brethren are the doves, hummingbirds and seagulls
That fly unhindered above my sea.
I am Palestinian,
Therefore, I am.


No one can take my identity
Away from me,
Not tanks or guns or bombs
Meant to desecrate me and kill me.
My country lives in me.


I am the cry of liberty.
No matter what they take from me,
They can't take away my identity
Or my dignity.
Palestinian am
 
Aboda Awed

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