Identity

I had a fake Identity

Hiding behind the facade of good clothes and bad jokes

I put on a show, all the while wishing I could hide backstage

This wasn’t the real me, not what I was intended to be

I had stolen Identity

Told I wasn’t good enough just the way I was

That I’d never make the cut, that I’d never live up

To the good ones,

The real me never existed, you’ll have to start over with something new

Cause I had a broken identity

Like the pieces never quite fit together

And I couldn’t figure out whether, or not

I was better or worse to just fill the cracks with truth or dirt

Either way the brokenness hurt

Because I had a foreign identity

Always felt like I was somewhere I didn’t belong

The signs were all backward, the language was all wrong

The rhythm and the notes didn’t quite fit the songs

But everyone else thinks it’s alright, so I better just assimilate and move on

Then one day, everything changed.

I got an adopted identity

Like a son that once was lost but now is found

Like a soldier returning home and kissing the ground

Not quite home yet but now I know the sound of my father’s voice saying

Welcome back son, its good see you again.

Then I had a complete identity

I knew I was son, the truth and the dirt filled cracks

Gave me worth and closed the gaps.

Even though I can still see the lines, they’re mended,

Blending into the tapestry of my life that’s already hanging in heaven

Because I have a ransomed identity

My credit score has been restored

All the bad choices and wrong decisions,

All the lying voices and hopeless wishes

That held me captive were paid for in an instant

At a price I couldn’t pay or even imagine

Love painted in the blood of a perfect exchange

So I could know my true identity

Holy, Righteous and without blemish, in my father’s eyes

Free from sin and death and lies

Safe, secure, hidden on high

In the arms of my perfect love and savior

The fake made real, the stolen revealed, the broken healed,

the foreign kneeled before the king and master.

The dead things put to death, a new creation raised with Christ

I no longer live but Jesus lives in me

This is my identity.