In all the world, there's nobody like me.
Since the beginning of time,
there has never been another person like me.
Nobody has my smile.
Nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice.
No one can be found who has my handwriting.
Nobody, anywhere, has my tastes... for films or music or art.
No one sees things just as I do.
In all of time, there's been no one who laughs like me,
no one who cries like me.
And what makes me laugh and cry will never produce
identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.
No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I'm the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities.
Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the
things I'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality
of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities, and feelings.
Like a room full of musical instruments, some may excel alone,
but none can match the symphony of sound when all are played together.
I'm a symphony.
Through all of eternity, no one will ever look,
talk, walk, think, or do like me.
And in all rarity there is great value.
Because of my great rare value,
I need not attempt to imitate others.
I will accept -- yes, celebrate -- my differences.
And I'm beginning to realize that it's no accident that I'm special.
I'm beginning to see that I was made for a very special purpose.
There is a job for me to do that no one else can do as well as I.
Out of all the billions of applicants, only one is qualified;
only one has the right combination of what it takes.
That one is me. ME..... because I'm special.
"The Gift" © Bruce DeBoer
an Original Composition
© Tina's Prayer Gate
June 8, 2013