Being Me Poem by ER Bron Chiong, RSW

Being Me



Who can tell the real me
the true me except myself
I dare you who believe otherwise
not even my parents
who reared me with much love
be able to reveal who I am

Be content
to what you can barely see
the beauty within
of mysteries surrounds it
on top of the iceberg
in the deepest of the blue sea

Strange as I stand in awe
the truth of who I really am
a pers0n whom God had forgiven
when he gave his life and died
for the gravity of sins I committed
his love for me is comprehensive

Who am I but just a mere mortal
whom the LORD God fully loves
giving his one and only son to die
for my sins and of the whole world
what a privilege classes of people
that a mighty God love so much



ER Bron Chiong,25May2022 @19: 59 PM
Thanks for your great love…




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