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Second place is made for me

It seems I never get the gold

Runner-up in everything I do



The prize once again passed over me

It's starting to get old

That's why, I guess, it seems I always knew



Someone else would get the gold

Someone else would get the prize

Someone else would take first place

Some other guy would beat me

Some other guy would do better

Some other guy would keep me in my place



What is there yet that I have to learn?

I just wish I knew when it would be my turn





These feelings welling up inside

Got to conquer, got to hide

What's really going on in me



It feels as though my heart has died

If I said I'm fine, surprise, I lied

Now I beg just to leave me be



Somebody else got the gold

Somebody else got the prize

Somebody else took first place

Someone else again beat me

Someone else again did best

Someone else has kept me in my place



Is it me who will always have to burn?

I thought for sure that this was my turn





Then I open my eyes and see

Everything that You've done for me

You've given more than I've thought to ask



I had forgotten what I've heard

All Your promises in Your word

With You there's no need for any mask



In Your eyes I'm more than gold

In Your eyes I am the prize

In Your eyes I see I took first place

No-one else can ever beat me

No-one else can do better

No-one else will ever take my place





Though it may be hard to see

Though inside it's killing me

Every seed must die to sprout

That is all this is about

First I the pain must know

Before I can even start to grow

And as I bloom from my very core

I know You're preparing me for more







07/08/03