Then what am I like? Do I shine quite bright?
Am I just a dim candle burning low,
Or a great fire with far-reaching glow?
How so? Do I leave people thirstier?
Am I just a trickle, drip, drip, dripping?
Or a great waterfall, roaring, rushing?
Then what am I like? With what am I full?
Am I worn down, defaced, full of rubble?
Or holy, inviting to the Gospel?
Then what am I like? How would I be shown?
As a pebble easily ground to bits,
Or a strong pillar on whom others sit?
How so? How do I fare on my life trip?
Do I founder, run aground, sink in fear?
Or stay afloat and rescue others near?
What am I like? Do I grow like a weed?
Am I drooping sadly to the ground?
Or growing strong with children that abound?
I am a Christian, and I want that to show.
I want others to be able to tell,
I want to represent my Savior well.
Last Thursday the young adult pastor asked how we show that we are a Christian, making an analogy similar to the one in my second stanza. Are we like Niagara falls, where everyone around us can feel our impact and know that we are different? It got me thinking, I was inspired to write this poem.