Who Am I?
Just no one really,
but wholeness returned
by sacrifice given freely.
For most of my life
mind, body, soul broken;
fault mended by words
He had spoken.
Faceless appraised my crumbling fate,
though with three nails
You clean my slate.
Voiceless my petitions
implore deaf ears,
voiced by Your whisper,
this mute disappears.
Anonymous my history
must ever be kept;
rewritten by You,
forever my heart leapt.
So hesitant I write
the words that You speak.
Resolute, I pray
They reach those that You seek.
Silent my soul
Has long been bound,
But for You Lord,
I am Becoming Sound.