There is a Me for all to see:
My hair, my skin, my youth scarred knee.

But deep inside there is another, waiting for the chance,
to show the world my soul’s true colors, dance my drummers dance.

There is a me who will become the things I hear and know;
I hope the things you say and do will help God’s vision grow.

There is a me, an inner me, blind to this world’s dim eyes.
But, deep within the muck and mire, He hears my desperate cries

He says to Me be kind and true, honest, and forgiving.
And when life’s journey seems too hard just continue living.

Tomorrow is another day and all things change with time;
and what has been invisible will someday rise and shine.

“Psalm 127:3 (NLT) – Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from Him. ”

Copyright © 2015 Kim Jagwe

Poem Dedicated to My Nephew, Billy

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