Jesus wouldn’t want me for a sunbeam,
Rather, he couldn't use me as one.
Perhaps I’d be better service as a raincloud.
As I’ve never been much in favor of the sun.
When I die, I want to come back the way I feel.
I’ve certainly spent enough waking time in one place.
When I die, I want to be reminded that I was real.
And not just the dream of someone else’s God.
Jesus shouldn't use me as a sunbeam.
Although he thinks he should.
Being bright is something I’m no good at.
Never even thought that I could.
And in the end, I guess I’ve always wanted
To live a life of quiet overcast,
Gray and silent and undaunted.
No ray of sun would even waste its time.
It’s possible Jesus doesn’t need me for a sunbeam.
There’s plenty of other people.
Knowing the offer would do nothing but demean,
He’d reclassify me to a better position.