Dawn & Dusk

We hear our name
In every conversation we pass by
We feel the pounding pressure
Of the glare of every eye

Thoughtless words
Nestle in our hair
Form a hat of humiliation
That we feel forced to wear

But it is only in our mind
That this marker exists
It is made from a substance
That everyone else will miss

Those pointed whisperings
They’re not about you
And those looks that you feel
Pass over and around you

So bring those words
That hateful arrangement
Take them to the cross
Where Christ will erase them

And onto your head
He will lay His own words down
That will twist into a circlet
And form a radiant crown