Be clear of who you are in this very hour.

Be clear of who you are to know that your worth shouldn’t be defined by titles of power.

Be clear of who you are to know that if your motivation became sour to not think 'I have no power so I cannot rise above the noise in this hour.'

No, be clear of who you are that you are sound, that in your time of need, His light in the crashing seas will guide you back to ground, because you don’t have to drown. 

Be clear of who you are as clarity is rare and challenged by the snares high up in the air as they cast spells of death yet say 'they care.'

Be clear of who you are to know the voices, some so significant it can leave you naked and bare yet say 'you’re clothed with gleaming garments of flare,' but don’t you dare make your abode in there.

Be clear of who you are, in this very hour, and know what is at work to take your breath, your power.

I speak and though I don’t see it, I speak because I believe it.

I speak it because I was told too, by the one who also knows you.

I speak because I want heaven on earth. I want heaven in me.

I speak these things for I am human who errs but learns by liberty.

You see, in the natural present, maybe I don’t see it,

But I speak these things of life and light, because I do indeed believe it.

I need it.