Recognized

Deep within are the stirrings
  planted since we were born
The world tells us different
  bases worth on worldly recognition
If your name is known you are
  one of the few chosen, worthy
Yet it stirs inside us whenever
  we listen quietly, hardly hearing
More a seed waiting for the water
  of being called a child, child of God
You have always been it takes
  no special recognition from others
It is always there in each one of us
  only until we ourselves know it
Only until we all see its not a rank
  of importance or relevance
Will we truly begin to hear the
  song of creation God loves us