Where Do I Fit?

"Where do I fit?!" my flesh does cry. "Not with them, nor there!" my fear does reply, "An outcast! A bore! There is nothing, that you are good for!" So I seep in my shame. Losing heart, losing life.

But slowly I hear the voice of One with a voice more powerful than the voice of Hate. My Spirit cries on my behalf to the one known as "Love". Now from deep inside I hear a different out-cry, "How great is the love lavished upon us that we should be called children of God." Then I remember where I belong; In God's arms.