by Claire Booth
who am I, Lord for the sun to burn for me brooding clouds rumble to serve sweetened rain I gulp for free who is Your daughter, Lord to break Your fluffy loaves to feast amongst Your children who flock to worship You in droves to me, Your ears perk in the night when whispering I crave to know your Spirit’s strength will endure unto the grave of me, You not only watch but carved a path for my salvation a pawn, I am, in Your greatest plan to further Your glorification when humility strikes my prideful heart and in meekness I decree who am I, Lord, in softened breath for You to care for me? when this forgetfulness creeps in to cloud Your cross from view Lord, God, I pray, that everyday I know my worth is sealed in You
Claire Booth is a new believer in Christ looking to channel her love for poetry into worshipping the Lord. She currently lives in Washington state where she spends her free time reading the Word and listening to sermons.