Listen to me, thieves:
You can break into my house
You can steal my TV, my microwave,
You can steal my stereo, my jewelry,
my $800 diamond earrings.
You can even try to steal my identity.
You cannot begin to steal
my REAL identity... what makes me ME
I am still whole
This is not about me at all
This is about you
And I pity you...
for the smallness of your soul,
and the darkness of your heart
And I find myself praying for you, hoping that
as you ravaged my belongings,
you came across a seed
that planted itself in your heart...
a seed of hope and life and love and redemption