Alone
Unsure
One haunting question
Consumes
Frustrates
Each facet of this life.
You were never told who you truly are,
You are more than you have become.
I've set apart a name for you:
Beloved Son.
Identity is a gaping wound inside of you.
Given a name, the true son of a Father,
You have a place
No one else can ever fill.
Your strength is needed
Now and always.
One day true belonging
Your heart forever prized,
will be no more
A hopeless longing.
You were never told who you truly are,
You are more than you have become.
I've set apart a name for you:
Beloved Son.
All these years of restlessness I will erase.
Identity is a gaping wound inside of you.
Given a name, the true son of a Father,
You have a place
No one else can ever fill.
Your strength is needed
Now and always.
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