Monolith Named
Alone, unsure, one haunting question
Consumes, frustrates, each facet of this life.
You were never told who you truly are,
You are more than you have become.
I've set apart a name for you:
Beloved Son.
Identity is a gaping wound inside of you.
Given a name, the true son of a Father,
You have a place no one else can ever fill.
Your strength is needed now and always.
One day true belonging, your heart forever prized,
Will be no more a hopeless longing.
All these years of restlessness I will erase.
Your name is written on my hands.
Alone, unsure, one haunting question
Consumes, frustrates, each facet of this life.
You were never told who you truly are,
You are more than you have become.
I've set apart a name for you:
Beloved Son.
Identity is a gaping wound inside of you.
Given a name, the true son of a Father,
You have a place no one else can ever fill.
Your strength is needed now and always.
One day true belonging, your heart forever prized,
Will be no more a hopeless longing.
All these years of restlessness I will erase.
Your name is written on my hands.