A Poem About Our Profession
September 16, 2011
Came across a great poem that speaks to the difference between what many think being a Christian means and what it really means. Wanted to share it. Be blessed.
When I say “I’m a Christian” I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin.”
I’m whispering “I was lost. Now I’m found and forgiven.”
“When I say “I’m a Christian” I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
“When I say “I’m a Christian” I’m not trying to be strong.
I profess that I’m weak and need his strength to carry on.
“When I say “I’m a Christian” I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and need God to clean my mess.
“When I say “I’m a Christian” I’m not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I’m worth it.
“When I say “I’m a Christian” I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name.
“When I say “I’m a Christian” I’m not holier than thou.
I’m just a simple sinner who received God’s grace somehow.
