Eagle, not a chicken.

Identity

 

some find it in new clothes, or maybe a phone.

some find it in their boyfriends and wind up feeling alone.

Some find it in other human beings,

but as for me, I find it in none of these things.

I Peter 2 talks about a 'Peculiar People'

yet with the world we try to be equal, still trying to sit under the steeple.

He has called me out of darkness into His marvelous light,

like an Eagle with a broken wing being able to take flight.

In Exodus 19 it calls me a Peculiar Treasure of Gods,

not just some paper towels balled up into wads.

I am His, and He is mine.

even though I'm just the branch and He is the Vine.

I rest in His love for me and that I am a prized possession,

knowing this my service for you is my consecration.