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Who I Am
8 March, 2003
Author: Mark Spencer

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I am come into this world old beyond my years.
A child of the spirit bringing laughter and tears.

I race against my body, the temple where I’m bound.
For the house of my spirit soon will crumble to the ground.

I search back o’er the years and see my tale unfold,
the story of my life, now beckons to be told.

As a child I was a dreamer, a frightened little boy.
I tried to please my father, but that brought me no joy.

My efforts went unnoticed, they couldn’t please the man.
And so I gave up trying as away from him I ran.

Accepting that I’d failed, that my life would be for naught,
I put my dreams behind me, my virtues I forgot.

But who I was beneath it all could not be held at bay.
The nature of my spirit would never go away.

Every time I crossed the line, my conscience brought me back.
No God did I bow down to, yet he kept me on my track.

He picked me up each time I fell, though I never asked him to.
While I remained ungrateful, he continued to be true.

One day he came to warn me, for I had not seen the clues.
The life I’d known was ending, it was time for me to choose.

If I listened to his warning I would have to heed his call.
And if I should dare ignore him, I would surely fall.

It ended three days later, that life that I had known,
With the sound of screeching tires, my body slammed against the stone.

He wrapped himself around me as I slid across the road.
He kept me safe from harm, until my body slowed.

I did not break a bone, though I carry that day’s scars.
Yet I would never trade them, for the world, even the stars.

That day began my journey, and I’ve learned so much since then.
Now I’ve become a teacher and a fisher of men.

So if you seek to know me, just listen to the Lamb.
‘Tis He who knows my story, for He made me who I am.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Martin Vann (63.208.63.204) -- Tuesday, March 11 2003, 04:03 pm

I always loved this poem

Mark,
Isn't it amazing how an NDE can produce life with a purpose. Your scars are badges of courage, showing that you heard the call, they remind you and all of us, that there is salvation there, if, we want it.

Thank You,
Martin V
Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.138) -- Wednesday, March 12 2003, 12:13 am

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You had the greatest of all fathers, God in Heaven, and he led you to Him. He gave you a story to tell that will bring other hearts to Him.
 
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