I AM STILL BEING MOLDED BY GOD
I am so many things one word cannot decribe, but God is still molding me: I am the word kindKindness that people draw toI am the word kind Impatient was meLove is what I crave to beTo be bold and strong Under God's presenceI am light to this dark worldFire that cannot dim I am the word meThe me that I can beGod made me to see
This poem is about:
Me