The Light You See

In pride I stand
With arms spread wide
Bathed in brilliant light.
The center of attention,
All eyes turned to me,
I feel it is my right.
Why not me?

Then I see
That blinding pulse
Has my soul laid bare.
Don't place me here,
Don't look at me,
It isn't really fair.
Why me?

The two of us
All wrapped as one
Fall to our knees in shame.
The outward me,
The inward me,
Are really all the same.
Who am I?

Then Jesus whispers
In my ear
"It isn't about you.
The light you see,
It shines on me,
And I am always true.
I AM.

"Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.'" -- John 14:6