I am
not my own
no longer
a sputtering child
wishing on a star
dreaming of a prince

I am
not my own
no longer
the troubled one
crying tales of woe
dying day by day

I am
not my own
no longer
the thief of love
taking what is not mine
hiding what belongs to you

I am
now begotten
born anew
a blank canvas
waiting to be colored
ready to unveil

I am
for You only
my father’s Father
the one Son
the Wind that whispers
all Wisdom that is Love