I Am Just Me....

Some days I just want to scream and shout. this is me!

Sulking in a corner, I find it hard to breathe.

I can't always help the fact, I am not sweet and angelic, like she.

I am just me!

Some days the tears pour down my cheeks.

As I whisper, this is me.

I'm sorry I can get tired and cranky.

That my sting can feel worse than any bee.

I am just me!

Some days I want to hide from you, you, and you,

but mostly from me.

I think to myself, this can't be Your decree.

But then I am still, and I hear You whisper, you are free.

And I am just me!

Some days, I must agree. This is me.

I tremble with the love for You and Calvary's tree.

So amazed that You would choose to die, and here I sit.

I am just me!

Some days with weakening knees.

I hold on to Your key.

Instead of the desire to flee.

I remember that I am now a we.

Now that I have the eyes to see.

I stretch out my shaking hand, and whisper.

I am just me!