When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost!
That’s why I need this way.”

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I don’t speak with human pride;
I’m confessing that I stumble—
Needing God to be my guide.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not trying to be strong;
I’m professing that I’m weak
And pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not bragging of success;
I’m admitting that I’ve failed
And can not ever pay the debt.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I don’t think I know it all;
I submit to my confusion
Asking humbly to be taught.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I’m not claiming to be perfect;
My flaws are far too visible
But God believes I’m worth it.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I still feel the sting of pain;
I have my share of heartache
Which is why I seek His name.

When I say, “I am a Christian,”
I do not wish to judge;
I have no authority—
I only know I’m loved.

© 1988 Carol Wimmer