Our True Identity

The mother duck rested diligently on her eggs
Positioning them warmly beneath her legs
When they were hatched...one very much stood out
By far the darkest and ugliest fledgling without any doubt

Different, the other ducklings would not leave him alone
They punished him mercilessly...his worth left unknown
Saddened and thinking it best... he ran away
Living without hope of a brighter day

Then, on an afternoon that was warm, bright, and wonderful
He saw a sight flying high and beautiful
Above, in the formation of a majestic v
Was a flock of swans flapping towards the east

Spirited, for the first time, he raised his wings in flight
Following the flock... brilliant and white
There to land where the water was pure and clean
And in the reflection... his true identity was seen

A magnificent swan had come to appear
Till... a ripple expanded from a lone grateful tear
In wonder, he waited, completely in awe
When all was still, it was him that he saw!

Our creator, too, would that we know who we are
Where we are from and where we are going
May we all realize...lovingly, He is not far
And trust in His arms raised with mercy showing

May we then shut out what makes us low
And darkens us both within and without
That we might be spiritually set aglow
Bright and celestially endowed

Our True Identity
President Dieter F. Uctdorf