A picture is worth a thousand words.

A thousand tries, a thousand miles.

Would you walk that far to find a home

Where you could stay a while?

 

We all have eyes.

We all see. We all try.

To every person on the earth

A body is just a picture.

What am I worth?

 

We look. We see.

We identify identities

Based on a single image:

The first thing we see.

 

Because before we get to know how someone lives,

Already we have formed an idea

Of who we think that someone is.

 

Who am I?

Who do you see?

Who I think I portray myself as could be different

Than what you think.

 

But no matter what you’ve got to say

Or what you think you hear or see,

It does not change who I really am.

Your thoughts do not change me.

 

A daughter, a sister, a neighbor and friend.

My name is a rock many people trust in.

My rock is a being with my eyes I have not seen.

My rock is a Rock with a capital “R” on whom I always lean.

 

You could take me apart,

You could study my heart,

You could measure me into grams.

But the most important thing that I will always be

Is a disciple of the original I Am.

 

And it doesn’t even matter whether or not you believe.  

I couldn’t care less about what you think or what you see.  

Because who I am, who I’ve been, and who I’ll always be

Is not decided by your thoughts or your judgements.

I am between my Rock and me.