Not Me ( a poem in progress...)

I am not
the tallest or thinnest,
the fastest or strongest,
the smartest or quickest.

I am not
the best singer or dancer,
advisor or listener,
teacher or learner,

I am not
the most humble or forgiving,
the most honest or loving,
the most compassionate or giving.

Even so -
if in these things I never excel,
I still recognize a Love for me
that is pure, holy, and eternal;
and I know that I have been saved
from the very depths of Hell.

So I will walk and NOT grow weary,
I will run and NOT grow faint.
to soar on wings of eagles -
a more beautiful image, I could NOT paint.

I am many things, but these things I am not.