I have an identity that cannot be marred by the circumstances of life.
It does not fade, nor age, nor fail, no matter how great the strife.
It grows! It becomes more beautiful!
It defies all the world can give!
For it has its roots in Him who died who was raised and through whom I live.
But how to live without worldly acceptance?
Without recognition or fame?
How to live with the patterns Ive built and not be a “winner” in the game?
How?
By knowing who I am,
By accepting His truth about me.
By grasping, clutching, and tenaciously clinging to the truth I have come to see.
Sweet victory–sweet triumphal fragrance, confident, persuaded, content to be.
No longer controlled by who I was
But to live!
Accepted!
In my true identity.
Written By Anabel Gillham
It does not fade, nor age, nor fail, no matter how great the strife.
It grows! It becomes more beautiful!
It defies all the world can give!
For it has its roots in Him who died who was raised and through whom I live.
But how to live without worldly acceptance?
Without recognition or fame?
How to live with the patterns Ive built and not be a “winner” in the game?
How?
By knowing who I am,
By accepting His truth about me.
By grasping, clutching, and tenaciously clinging to the truth I have come to see.
Sweet victory–sweet triumphal fragrance, confident, persuaded, content to be.
No longer controlled by who I was
But to live!
Accepted!
In my true identity.
Written By Anabel Gillham
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