What Is My Name?
Copyright 2000 by Audra Harpel

Here I stand, bag in hand
With no real vision no real plan.
About to embark, but in my heart
I don't even know where to start.

Once I thought I had it all;
But now my big dreams seem so very small.
Lord, what comes now? Can You show me how?
Weeping at Your feet I humbly bow.

Lord, I surrender, I'm tired of these games.
My pride and my selfishness have only brought pain,
And all of this time I have wasted in vain
Now I really need to know, What is my name?

You've called me child; You've called me friend;
You've said You'll love me without end.
But tell me now, what kind of friend
Would grieve Your Spirit again and again??

Father, I'm broken; Lord, please take it all!
I shattered when from prideful wings I did fall.
But You take the pieces of this painful mess
And build me back up into Your holiness.

Who am I? What is my name?
Because I know I am not the same.
You've called me daughter, You took my shame.
The old me left when Your presence came.


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