I thought I was a dancer
lost in the sounds of banging congas and drums.
I thought I was a singer
whose voice reached God's ears.
Perhaps I was a child
Running home and so afraid,
Or maybe a girl in love
thinking of her wedding day.
Who am I, I've forgotten,
If you know, can you tell me?
I thought I was a teacher
Who would one day make a difference.
Am I a wife tied up in daily duties,
Or a mother singing a lulluby to growing children?
Am I a friend to you when you need one?
Who am I,
Do you know?
I thought I was a sister,
Who would protect her brothers from night shadows,
I thought I was a daughter
Who would one day make her parents proud.
Was I once a preacher who led multitudes to God?
Hurry, and remind me,
For this life at times confines me
And I want to be once more
The things I so adore.
I am all things above,
Of all, mostly I love,
To be the one God loves,
When He tells me who I am,
I am His.
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