Son of Man
Do not sell yourself short
The Kingdom will hurt if you do
I too, am stumbling
under the burden of my non-enoughness
My unfinishedness cries for recognition
for love
for acceptance
My unfinishedness cries for wholeness
cries for ME.

There is a promise in me
that wants to be kept
It wakes up each morning
and believes in my faithfulness.
The promise knows
that if I break it
a part of me will be gone
And like sand running thru' a cupped hand
I shall never find it again.

Son of Man
It is only an illusion
that we are too weak to keep promises
For I know a kingdom that will rejoice FOREVER
because of a promise we kept.