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He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.

Cry of the Human

 
You think you know who I am,
    But you do not know me as I really am.

There is so much more to me than you think:
    Better and worse in different ways,
    More complex and more obscure,
    Erratic, inconsistent and often confused;
    And yet: straightforward in my needs and desires.

So different to you - and yet the same.

Don't label and dismiss me.
Don't patronize me or pretend to care.
I crave your affection, yet despise its lack of authenticity.

Given to introspection, self-absorption,
    Imposing on myself loneliness and isolation,
    Alienating those that love me most,
        with negligence or intent;
Christ is my only hope in life and death:
Though God slay me, yet shall I praise Him.

You think you know who I am;
You do not know me as I really am.

But then I shall know, just as I am fully known.