Father, who do you say that I am?

As the sun radiates your glory;
as the waves magnify your strength;
the people you love walk around trying to understand
who and what you are.
On a hill you call me to stand tall;
to shine bright where the eyes of your people see me in plain sight.
Yet here I am before you scared and unsure why.
Father, who do you say that I am,
Father, who am I?
Am I a youth pastor every Friday?
Am I a worshiper day and night?
Am I a writer who struggles to find the words
or am I just your dearly beloved
who you want to thrive and not strive
to be what I already am
and to trust you have a plan.

I am who you say I am.
-Emma Elizabeth