What am I?
Some absurd ape taken in by a grand illusion
of false grandeur?
Or am I a child of a loving Creator-God
formed from dust into his everlasting image.
Is my life wrapped up in a sad delusion?
A delusion that will pitiably end in the sticky
black darkness of death?
Or am I destined to serve my King,
to serve my King in eternal, heavenly glory?
But I know in Whom I have believed,
And I am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I have entrusted to Him
Until that final day.
Yes Lord, I am Yours.