A Name

A name is what to any soulish thing?
A label? Destiny? A prophecy?
Am I by any name the same being?
The name of Grace isn’t fitting for me.
I’m not possessing simple elegance,
Or refinement of bodily movement,
Or giving honor with my mere presence,
Or credit by my own distinguishment.
But grace by definition is untrue,
A virtue I do not myself possess,
A name by which my Father calls me New,
A prayer that I be grateful for such address.
Our names you see are thus unmerited.
Gifts not earned but God inherited.