I Know Who I Am

The losses and trials, are they an exam because in my life, there is always a jam. To hold a job, its been a while, I used to get one with just a smile. Now, with wrinkles and winces of pain they think by employing me they have nothing to gain. If I had a mirror or they had a glass that would reflect a true image, and peer through the mass of thin skin, chubbiness, and waves of gray hair to see the real beauty of what I can share they would find empathy, intelligence bright, one who for others always does fight. I seek a life filled with love, justice, honor but they look at me and just see a yawner. I see my life's journey, and I understand that of these many years, none passed as planned. As people begin to tally my life they point out events and notice the strife. Some look for reminders of struggles and fear not caring to notice You were always near. I have to remember when the world gets me down and counts me as worthless, you'll give me a crown. The trials of this life have not been for naught. A purpose was worked, a change has been wrought. And though it may look like I never can win, The King wrote the Book, and I know how it ends. I know I'm a winner, dear sir or ma’am. I'm a child of the King...that's just who I am.