You stretched Your arms out wide, I raise my hands up high

In the shuffle of everyday life it's way too easy to forget whose I am and then secondly, to live like who I really am; the truest part of my identity is that I am a child of God. And yet, most days lately, I have to admit, that's the last thing that comes to mind when I think of my identity. I'm beginning to realize how crucial it is to my spiritual health that I take time each day to build up in Christ. And when I do that, I am whole again; an innocent child, at the foot of the cross, eyes up, hands up, knees bent, towards my Savior, the lover of my soul, the one who tells me who I am-simply, His.


Chains are broken,
Shame has fallen,
All my sins are gone!