What am I?

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Where did I come from?

Where am I going?

Is there a reason?

A purpose?

A path?

Am I being guided

Or am I a the guide?

Why do I ask question

In which there seems to be no answers?

Why do I state answers

For which there seems to be no questions?

What is real?

What is not?

That is the truth?

What is a lie?

How do you tell a truth form a lie

And a lie from a truth?

How can you be certain of something

When living in an uncertain world?

Who am I?

I'll tell you who I am;

I am one among many,

I am composed of the world

And everything in it

Yet not apart of it.

I am the past

The present

and the future.

I am an image of what could have been

And of what could be.

I am a being who deserves death

But has received life.

I am a being created out of love

With a path and a purpose set before me.

I am the image of the creator

With the nature of the destroyer.

I am a sinner

Saved by grace.

I am an original.

I am who I am.