We always seem to go through life,
Trying to be the person we choose.
But, do we ever really know,
That it's not who we are, but whose?

As a child, we don't care who we are.
As a teen, we're afraid we might lose.
Yet, as an adult we figure out,
It's not who we are, but whose.

We always try to find ourselves,
Even though we're not really lost.
We want our name on the list of who's who,
Sometimes how great is the cost.

We're safe in the heart of Jesus,
Where there's love in great amounts.
For it's not who we are that matters,
But, it's whose we are that counts.

2005 ~ Claytia Doran

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