Who am I that You would live in me,
That You so near to my heart know my hurt before I do?
Who am I that You would choose me?
Out of all the trillions of possibilities from my parents union –
It was me you chose.
You rejoiced with my first cry and celebrated my first words;
You applauded my first song and inhaled my first prayer;
You stood by as I took my first steps, waiting patiently while I struggled –
Insisting I could do it all myself.
You proudly cheered my victories, knowing they were Yours.
When I failed or fell You wept for me, even though the fault was my own.
And when the ones I trusted, even more than You, those closest to me –
Betrayed, Rejected, Forgot, Gave up…
Still You stayed.
Who am I that You would choose and watch and wait and stay,
When all I can offer in return is a heart crushed, defeated?
A heart You loved imperfect,
A heart You witnessed bruised,
A heart now broken open, uncluttered and emptied…
A heart with space for You alone to dwell.
“I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart…” Jeremiah 1:5 (NLT)
Copyright 2013 Sheila Zia