I’m not waiting for validation that may never come
From a stranger I may never meet.
My circumstances may lead me down a certain path
But they certainly don’t define my identity.
I’m not waiting to be noticed
By a crowd whose praise swiftly turns to ridicule.
Everything I am, everything I could be,
You knew before my formation in my mother’s Womb.
Let the trials that I face
Take me gently by the hand and guide me back to You.