If I asked you, who are you
Most people would tell me what they do. Some would give me a title or a surname but that is not who we really are.
Many would get physical
And say we are blood and bone
Some would get spiritual
And say we are what God says we are
While few would be astronomical
And say we are made of the things that stars are made of.
I don't find my purpose by disproving what you think your purpose is.
To have the understanding that it's more than being right or wrong.
We struggle to find our identity
And we don't always like the person in the mirror
Sometimes I feel like pastor you don't see me, you got it good.
Preaching about purpose when I'm trying to pay my bills.
I'm not extraordinary
I'm not charismatic
I'm just me
And that is all God needs
In fact that is all God ever wanted
