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I am the sun of the morning.
Beautiful in color,
joyful in heart.
Never have I missed a day to be the sunshine on someone who is having a unacceptable day.
But if you really knew me,
You would know that every day,
I am in a world of my own, feeling lonely for something that’s not going to change.
How pain devours away the inside of me every day.
Even when I am shining as bright as I can handle.
My tears fade away the light every moment of my life.
If you really knew me,
you would know I’m not the best in the world.
Sometimes I wonder,
who am I?
Who am I that the wind would bow the trees
so I can be shaded when the sun shows no mercy?
Who am I that the the world would stop when I am overflowing with grief?
Who am I that my name would care to be known?
And there are days,
when I feel like the weight of the world is upon my back.
And the nightmares weigh me down,
as if I’m carrying a load of mountain upon my back,
And I cannot run fast enough from the thing that keeps on chasing me day after day.
And each passing day,
it gets heavier and heavier until I can hardly run,
I keep on running slower and slower,
I am afraid for the day when the moment comes to stop running.
Who am I, I ask,
I am who God made me to be.
I am the sun of the morning,
beautiful in color,
joyful in heart.
And I do not need the stars to show their splendor when I speak.
Or for the trees to bow and shade me from the sun when I tell them too.
To make me who I am.