"I Am Gifted and Called" Poem

I didn't write this poem.  The Deacon at my church sent it to me and it hit home for me, so I thought I would share it with you all.

 

"I Am Gifted and Called"

 

In all the world there’s nobody like me.

Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me.

Nobody has my smile.

Nobody has my eyes, my hair, my hands, my voice.

I am gifted.

No one can be found who has my handwriting.

Nobody anywhere has my tastes for food, music or art.

No one sees things as I do.

In all of time there’s been no one who laughs like me.

And what makes me laugh or cry

will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else.  Ever.

No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.

I am unique.

I’m the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities.

Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I’m good at,

but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings.

Like a roomful of musical instruments, some may excel alone,

but none can match the symphony of sound when all are played together.

I am a symphony.

Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think or do like me.

I am special…I am rare!

And, in all rarity there is great value.

Because of my great rare value, I need not attempt to imitate others.

I will accept, yes, celebrate, my differences!

I am special!

And I’m beginning to realize it’s no accident that I am gifted as I am.

I am beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose.

God must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as I.