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I Know who I am!

I know who I am

I know who I am – words that uplift, encourage, establish and strengthen.
Word of great import
I love these words and I love that I know who I am.
The greatest problem of many believers is identity crisis.
They do not know who they are
So they cower and shake and cringe and tremble at shadows,
They scream and shriek and curse and cry at insects or flies
They fret and worry and fuss and bother over insignificancies
They live in fear and terror and torment and anguish
If only they know who they are

So I shout out today – I KNOW WHO I AM
I am a city set on a hill
I am the seed of Abraham and a partaker of divinity
I am a member of the household of God, his workmanship
I a King & a Priest, a god
I am his chosen, ordained and anointed one,
I am royalty, peculiar, called into his marvelous light,
I am full of the Holy Ghost and Zoƫ
I am bursting with the undefeatable, indestructible life of God
I know the greater one lives in me

So whom shall I fear? The lord is the tensile strength of my life
Provisions have been made for those that may come against me
To stumble and fall and scatter and fail
So when I see my enemies coming,
I know that God is setting up a table and they are the spectators of my cup running over
I say again – I know who I am
I am a success, a blessing to my generation
The answer to the cry of many, God’s battle axe and weapon of war
I am more than a conqueror, full of grace and glory

If you know who you are say Amen


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