I am significant…I matter to God and me
I am valued…by the angels that watch over me

I am dearly loved
living by faith and receiving God’s grace
singing
Mercy Mercy Me,
knowing
I’m not and things aren’t what they use to be
So Hello World!
get use to the new me, The poetic me

A rich spirit in a poor man’s dream
No theory,
refreshed when weary
Braveheart, you won’t find fear near me