My Hidden Me

I rarely catch a glimpse
Of the hidden me within
That deeply seated me
That has nearly always been
It’s a me I can’t describe
But it’s the me I really am
It’s the me the holds the line
Against my outward posing scams
The hidden me I hardly see
Is the spark of love divine
It’s the me God hopes I’ll yet become
The me that lasts beyond all time
I’d like for you to meet this me
I’d like to meet me too
So I pray God’s gracious help this day
So the hidden me comes through

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