Me

By Lydia Royce

Me

I am becoming me

Like a tree is a tree.

And in becoming me

I am giving Him glory.

He has a name for me

That I am learning to say.

A name He’s given me

Before Eternity.

I am most precious,

I am deeply loved,

He sings over me.

In discovering myself,

I’ll know how true it is.

The beauty of His glory,

The vastness of His grace,

It is embedded in me.

I will unearth His mysteries,

When I be who I am meant to be.

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