Proclaim

I was scared,
I was really really scared.
"Why?" you may ask.
A reason quite simple,
But yet difficult.
They said I was called.
Nothing too exceptional,
But just to be a disciple,
And preach the word.
Me? Preach?
No no no no,
Most have been some kind of joke.
People like me don’t preach,
Pastors do,
That is what I knew,
That is what I thought. 

My heart was beating so fast,
Just a little word they said,
It might encourage a friend.
Just a little tract they showed,
It has saved lives.
Just show some love,
It is what the Bible preaches.

I shivered so much;
People would look at me strange,
Behave to me strange,
Push me away.

"Ahhhh", that is all I wanted to scream.

They said as a Christian

I had to stand out,

And proclaim The Word.

I had to be bold,

And step up my identity.

But heavens knew I could not,

I shyed away,

I lived my life,

I hid my identity,

In a bid to be normal

And feel among.

Days flew by,

Months passed as well,

A few good years rolled away,

Yet I stayed hidden,

I was still a Christian,

Or so I thought.

I hid The Word,

I hid my faith,

I hid my claimed identity,

Just to be normal.

Then I got tired,

Tired of being normal,

Tired of blending in.

Now, all I wanted was to burst out,

Burst out and show my identity,

Proclaim who I was,

Scream it out loud,

Give an encouragement,

Share the word,

Yes, I now acknowledged it,

I wanted to surface,

And show the world The Word.

The Word, which was and is to shine in darkness.

Am I still scared?

A little bit,

But I’ll overcome it,

And give it a shot.

I’’ll take the leap of faith,

And allow my maker guard and guide me.

So I say a little prayer, and off I go

To attempt my first proclamation.

Today I share my faith,

Today I share my identity.

Today I scream, “I am a Christian,

And I am proud of it”.