Standing alone in a crowded room not quite fitting in;
Acquainted with everyone, friends with no one
Desire to blend, unsure where to begin.
Eyes roam the teeming space begging,
“Won’t someone come rescue me from this lonely place?”

What makes me so different, so hard to comprehend?
Nothing I desire more than just to fit in.
Vessel of honor, fit for use, chosen, called, set apart for You.
Such a high calling, so hard to fulfill;
Thoughts of my destiny cause my heart to still.

Though others do not see me that way that you do;
Open their eyes, so the beauty of your love flows through.

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