I could never be.
But maybe, I am second.
I am not the Farmer,
I am the temp worker
Sent out to help harvest the field
I am not the Warrior,
I am not even the tank driver,
I am the one being defended
I am not the Teacher,
I am the grad student
Who sometimes teaches, but still needs to learn
I am not the Healer
I am the nurse
Who sometimes struggles with the Great Physician's handwriting
I am not the Light shining in the Darkness
I am the mirror
Reflecting it to others
I am not the Living Water,
Who quenches the thirst of souls
I am merely the waitress offering a glass
I am not the One who Walks on Water
I am not even the one who jumps out of the boat to meet Him
But I do lean over the edge to watch in wonder
I am not the Word-smith,
Who speaks and calls worlds into being
I am the praiser of Him who is.
I am not First.
Many times I am not even second,
But I do choose to be a follower.
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