Yours

I am a swaying tree, swaying in the wind,
Sometimes down, and sometimes up,
I am a weak limb, don’t lean on my cracking bows,
I am the drinker of water, even less do I drink, while my roots run even more shallow,
I am all over the map, I don’t know what I feel many a day,
I am slowly getting stronger, never strong enough,
Trying to be great, trying to be humble,
Then I realize, I’m working against to myself,
I am his son, always under his mercy,
I am a temple, always cleaned by his grace,
I am a warrior, killing terrors in the dark with his light,
I am what he says I am,
My identity is what he defines it to be,
I am yours.