Do you know who I AM?

                                                 Do you know who I AM?
Do you now who I am?
I''m black... they call Me the source of the rainbow,
I''m not your brother by color,
My friendship runs much deeper...
yes, way beyond human fabric, I''m brown...
they call Me the golden boy, yet they still knew Me not!
Do you know who I am?
I''m red... they call Me flying eagle,
gliding high above the horizons of defeat,
yes, I sway far above the clouds of mediocrity.
Do you know who I am? I''m yellow...
they call Me bright, possessing the light of life eternal,
coming into dark rooms with iron curtains pumping fear in the hearts of the mighty,
I''m white... they call Me pure as snow,
brilliantly I shine in the eyes of obscurity blinding him with holiness.
Seeking out the creepy crawly from their comfort zones,
evicting them from their pleasure domes, yeah...you know who I am! I''m black,
you got that! I''m brown all around, red spread to bring you back from the dead,
my yellowship is your fellowship, white...your garment of righteousness,
if you wear Me, I will keep you, cause I''m all in you, over you, loving you,
comforting you and guiding you! Yeah... you know... but you don''t recognize...
look into My eyes, tell Me... what do you see, yes that''s fire inside Me...
burning with desire for you... but I can''t do unless you allow Me to.
do you know who I am?
I''m the soft knocker at your door,
the sweet voice in your speakers,
the beggar at your window,
I''m the humble you see and the great you don''t,
I''ve come that you might receive what I''m offering,
I spoke, you came to be, I fought so you wouldn''t have to,
I died because I love you, I''m your ticket... to the place you seek in vain.
Do you know who I am?
If you don''t, you better ask someone who does!
I''m poetry in your arteries, I recite your every breath,
they call Me all around, I decide your steps,
where and when your strength is laid down,
I''m the voice you ignore, the name you call on,
yeah, you know...
But you''re not down with My lyrical style...
Because it tames the wild...
I''m telling you friend,
it''ll save you in the end,
Do you know who I am?
I''m the Author...
they call me the Finisher,
I wrote all that''s called,
‘you'' but your immortality in the name of true and pure literature is in the power of your heart, I''m the beginning...
known as the end, time waits for no one, time flows from Me, the inventor of the tick,
it moves on my command, soon I will speak and it will stop it''s hand, see...
My nickname is mercy...
but I''d prefer...Dad!
Because I''m calling you home, from that place,
come in from the s.t.r.e.e.t.s.,
those Satanic Thrills Ruining the Eternally Elect True Sons of Mine,
because that P.I.M.P.,
that Pain Injecting Merciless Prince of darkness doesn''t care like I do,
come home to Daddy and let Me wash you from the filth and allow Me to comfort you... come home My child, come home,
now do you now who I am? If you don''t...ask someone who does!