For Him

A path long stretched to be trodden with insight,

Along it I walk not knowing I have no light.

They shrouded me with a cloak and everything came to my feet,

But shame is what covers me from all underneath.

Written, clad, engraved upon me but they do not see,

But they simply do not know the truth, that which will set them from me free!

I know who I was, and so does He,

I have only been elevated because He said for it to be.

Me..me...how could it be Me?

Torn, dirty, and foreign Me?

I am no one, nor was I someone,

I only a man just like everyone.

Sinner, beggar, clad with mistakes on this earth,

Without His words I am that which has no worth.

At the end there is what I have been made through His essence,

And if I do not cherish it he will take it from me, like a king may do to his peasant.

The cloak of honor shall fall and my true-self shall be revealed,

Masses will run to know it was a fraud whom they revered.

In His path I work,

In His path I serve,

In His path I give,

And in His path may I die or shall I live.