Anishinaabe
My name is "Anishinaabe," created
from nothing interesting,
until Gitche Manitou cut out my heart,
gave me a new one,
and now I walk a straight path.
I was spontaneously selected
by Gitche's mercy and grace
for life abundant,
but I rebel against it.
I don't know why.
I have a murderous heart,
a tongue of fire,
and a desire to steal Gitche's glory,
but I want to make him smile,
and I don't know why.
He breathed new life
into my loathsome soul,
purges my offenses,
and loves me completely,
but why?
He adopted me into his family,
and I call him "Abba,"
daddy, and I'm his child,
and he will never leave me.
This I know that I know that I know,
and I consent to it.
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I love the highlighted research- it helps me understand words not familiar to me. How great is our God! Great poem!
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Thank you! Yes, hypertext sometimes takes us to helpful places.
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