I am made in His image, and His likeness.
Why does my flesh fight this
Your my Father, I am Your child
What are these things that make me act so wild
I see You here
But all I want to do is disappear
And pretend like You don't hear, my heart, full of fear
My earthly father taught me as I grew, baby girl, God is Your Heavenly Father.
But who knew, how He, wouldn't only be my Father, but my Savior too.
I have to choose, Nothing but hell to loose
And only Jesus Christ and heaven to gain.
Have to endure many trials, sufferings, and pains.
But He made a way for me to overcome them all, in His Name
I am made in His image, and likeness
He has equipped me with His Spirit and power
To be a witness for Him in these final hours
I am made in His image, and His likeness
I will not allow my mind, and flesh, to cause me to deny this
I will be who it is He made me to be
Triumphantly, victoriously, fearfully and wonderfully made
In His image, as He came
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem