Identity Poem by Obed dela Cruz

There is a special gift
Every one of us was given–
Something to call our own
That no one else on earth can have.

We see this by the way
We talk, walk, and do things around –
A personality
Where our Creator must be found.

So don’t give it away
But let this gift mature in grace.
It’s our identity
A special mark of our being.

It cannot be erased
By the harsh storms and winds of life.
It must not be exchanged
For other things that we aren’t

Because we have our worth
And we have a role in this life
It’s for us to find out
And we will be glad when we do.

So let us discover
This gift that makes us so unique.
And let us see ourselves
With a value none else can take.