Who Am I?

Who am I in the pattern of God's plan?
Am I really any different from any other woman?

I am really nothing but a lump of clay,
Fashioned by His hand, refined day by day.

Yet God says that I'm His child, bought with a price.
Belonging to Him; free, because of His sacrifice.

I am not someone here for no reason at all.
He's got a plan, a purpose, and on my life a call.

I used to think that it was fine for me
To merely watch His work go on. Then He

Reminded me that though I'm yet a youth,
I'm to live and work for Him, living out His truth.

I'm to set an example to the believers in speech,
By being a blessing to all my words reach.

My life is to be lived out as a testimony to all
He's done in me, through each triumph and each fall.

I'm supposed to be a picture of His unconditional love,
Sharing what He's lavished on me from His abundance above.

My faith is to be steadfast, trusting Him in all things,
Not giving into doubt or fears, but accepting all He brings.

My purity is to shine out strong, encouraging to others.
A bring light in this dark world, pure in how I treat my brothers.

I'm not called to a life of apathy, rebellion, or laziness.
I'm called to be diligent, strong, and courageous.

My calling is a high one, the life of His young maiden;
Gracious, gentle, kind; enrolled in His trainin',

Looking out for others, putting them before myself;
Being patient and humble, putting to death self.

Knowing and showing that only His grace carries me through.
Praising Him in everything, for He strengthens me in all I do.

So who am I, and who do I pray people see?
A daughter of The King, worth far more than any ruby.

~by Anna Naomi Lofgren, January 18th, 2007~