To Belong

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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Lord, I do not always know,

And I cannot see, what is desired of me.

I offer words from my own hearts core.

I long for a feeling to be free.

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The truth is, I do not fit.

I can’t fit into the mold of expectation.

No matter any amount of wit,

No matter any contortion.

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I know that I shouldn’t mind,

But my will just is not that strong.

It’s just that I long to find

A place where I belong.

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But truth is I belong in Your hands,

Not in any place of mans approval,

Not in any of these many lands,

But still, my pride calls for removal.

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I want to be admired, desired,

I want to be needed.

My very core needs to be rewired,

Your words need to be heeded.

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Who I am is not in what I do,

Not in what I say,

Who I am is wrapped up in You!

Lord, show me the way!

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Show me how to find myself

By looking at Your face.

Show me how to throw myself

Completely on Your grace.

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Close my ears to all the voices

That I keep feeling the need to please,

So that my focus, and all my choices,

Are seated at Your feet.

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And when voices rise in rebuke,

Let them not shake the place I stand,

Because this place cannot be shook,

I’m not built on shifting sand.

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Help me rest on just Your truth,

And not on human approval.

And finally be secure in my worth,

Myself, in You, my All!

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And finally be at rest,

And finally to not long,

Not feeling like I must pass some test,

Because I know I belong.

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This is why we labor and strive, because we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all people, and especially of those who believe. 1 Timothy 4:10

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Joy Aletheia Stevens