I can’t take credit for writing this poem. When I found it there was no name attached. I like it. I hope you do 2.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I’m not shouting, “I am saved!”
I’m whispering, “I was lost.”
And I’m glad I found The Way.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
And need Christ to be my guide.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing I am weak,
Needing Christ to carry on.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed,
But now found happiness.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I’m not claiming to be flawless.
My flaws are much too visible.
Christ’s blood has made me sinless.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches,
Which is why I speak God’s name.

When I say . . . “I am a Christian,”
I do not wish to judge.
It’s not my place to do so,
But only to share God’s love.