Who I Am

I'm not a toy, a trophy or a tool.
I am a rare gem, a diamond, a jewel.
I'm not a mat for you to wipe your feet,
Or a thermostat for you to yank up the heat.
I won't be defined by what's in my past.
I won't hide behind the shadow you cast.
I am my own person, creative, unique,
An elegant sculpture, a beautiful antique.
I am forgiven, washed clean from head to toe.
I use the faith that He let me borrow.
I am a compliment to the atmosphere.
I will not destroy who I see in the mirror.
I hold a secret weapon in my heart,
A bond so strong you can't pull us apart.
A power so mighty and divine,
A gift unwrapped that is solely mine.
This weapon I use will never fail.
It's the air I breathe, and the air I exhale.