a poem from the heart of a missionary

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What you think I am
is not what I am.

I am your sister, your father, your friend.
I am the one who cuts you off on the highway, responds in anger, gets depressed.

I am the one who envies your strengths,
who shares your weaknesses.

I laugh.
I cry.
I sing.
I dance.
I dream.
I create.
I struggle.

I sin.

What you think I am
is not what I am.

I am your enemy.
I am you.

I am not different.

He is.

He is my Brother, my Father, my friend.

He is where I place my hope.
He is the One of whom I boast.

He laughed.
He cried.
He sang.
He danced.
He dreamed.
He created.

And He struggled.

But He did not sin.

Don't think me any different.
I am not different.
He is.