Am I the flesh I see, dying?

Am I the me others see, trying?

Am I the me the shopkeeper sees, buying?

Am I the me the devil sees, lying?

Am I the me my pastor sees, crying?

Am I the me my teacher sees, “Why-ing”

Am I the me my boss sees, Sighing?

Or the me I see, always striving?

I am the me, God sees – Flying.

For in this world, so many views,

So many thoughts, opinions, and hues.

But there’s a me that stands apart,

The one that speaks to my truest heart.

I am the me others see, trying.

I am the me that God hears, as I plea,

for in God, I’m pure and wholly free,

free from doubt, and free from fear,

A me that’s strong, and ever clear.

I am the me the shopkeeper sees, buying.

Though I may falter, and though I may fall,

I’ll keep my eyes on the One who sees all.

In the monotony of everyday

In His love, I’ll find my way,

I am the flesh I see, dying.

I am the flesh, withering and weak.

I am the façade, that others see, meek.

I am the one who consumes and spends,

I am the liar who twists and bends.

I am the me God Sees – Flying

Amidst the confusion of identity,

The question arises inevitably.

I am more than the sum of the roles I play,

There is more to me than what’s on display.

I am the me my pastor sees, crying.

I am the one who weeps in despair,

I am the one who questions what’s fair.

I am the one who works each day,

and the one who sighs, come what may.

I am the me my boss sees, sighing.

And in the midst of all this strife,

Comes a glimmer of hope, a ray of life.

For there is a me that’s far beyond,

The limited roles that I put on.

I am the me I see, always striving.

A me that’s free, and knows no bounds,

A me that soars, above the mounds.

A me that’s pure, and full of light,

A me that’s whole, and ever-bright.

I am the me my teacher sees, “Why-ing”.

And as I journey through this life,

With all its struggles and its strife,

I know that I am not alone,

For there’s a me that’s God’s own.

I am the me the devil sees, lying.

But in God’s grace, I find my peace,

And in His love, my soul’s release.

Through every storm, and every trying.

I am the me, God sees – flying.