Diary Entry 8

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.



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