Am I Significant

This past week at CA (9 Feb 2012), we covered the subject of the intrinsic value of each person (Wes Aarum Jr. was our speaker).  As we were preparing for this topic with our student leadership, one of the students that I have been discipling said that she had just written a poem that matched the subject.  As she read it to us, I was blown away by its rhythm and its meaning. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. Our meeting ended up with a great start as Bekka read this poem. If you would like to do so, I will be glad to pass along any comments you have for Bekka.


AM I SIGNIFICANT
by Bekka Harris

Am I significant enough to
be significant
To be noticed
To be important enough
To hear
When I'm grasping for air
When all the things I don't like
About myself build up to here
Why do I have to be this way
Why can't I be perfect
This is what I can't handle
God don't you know this is what I can't handle
Step out
Look around
Remember where the ground is
Look to the sky
Look around
See past yourself
You know all these people
You placed on the shelf
Yeah they are something else
To a God that sees me
That sees my weakness before I opened my mouth
To a God who formed me
Despite all the
Toxicity
The wrong that would be me
Yeah, If you are listening
You can think on your own feet
He transcends all of history
The Alpha and the Omega
The beginning and End
And still He chose me
Not just a means to an end
He speaks my language
Lends me an ear
And at the end of the day
No matter what I do
He remains
With me
With you
So what then?
When we choose to accept
To know ourselves
The good, the bad, and the ugly
What then
Must we improve to be noticed or fit in like other men?
Can I know and accept who I am and still let God in?
Pray
Read my bible
Not wish to just let it all end
He knew who we would be
Before we were born
And still chose to make us
Wanted us soo much that
He brought us to a point
Where we would see Him
And Loves us further still
To think if all the people in the world
And yet He knows each of the hairs on my head
Knowing my failures and successes
My downfalls and progressions
And yet He still chose me
He still chose you
To be here, now
Loving on each other
Teaching each other
So to think that we are not worth it
Or to think that we should die is wrong
It is a lie
That He is soo sad soo much of us accept
If He didn't choose You
For now
Today
Tomorrow
You would already be dead
If you were not wanted
You would not have even been a thought in anyone's head
So please don't believe the lies
Because baby you're not dead
Which means you are not done yet
So instead of avoiding who you are
Rationalizing away your situation
Try to see that He made you uniquely
He did not ask for a whole man
But come to Him a broken man and
He will make you whole again
Bringing peace, joy, and best of all
Purpose
Which is to love Him and others and glorify Him
Because you were made for a purpose
And you are still here for a purpose.


Copyright, Bekka Harris, 2012