Born forgetting my identity,
Imago Dei coursing through my veins,
but lies strangled the truth.
The Creator says, “Come Forth!”
Wrapped in lies as grave clothes,
I stumble through, wondering if I will ever be free.
The Creator declares, “Come Forth!”
I glimpse freedom through tightly wound cloths.
Elusive, out of reach.
The Creator shouts, “Come Forth!”
I take a step into truth,
I watch the lies unravel as I embrace Imago Dei.
Resurrection flows in my veins, bringing life.
July 31, 2018