I AM THE MORNING STAR

I was the first light before the sun The breath of heaven before breath had a name Every constellation bent its arc toward me I was the axis around which glory came I wore the morning like a second skin I sang the dawn before the world could sleep The highest throne was built beneath my feet Every secret of creation mine to keep The angels turned to watch me pass The silence broke wherever I would stand I was the mirror of the infinite The most beloved thing in heaven's hand They gave me everything And I believed it was deserved I stood above the light itself And felt I had been underserved The beauty was the blindness The glory was the chain The closer to perfection The further from the pain I AM THE MORNING STAR The first and brightest name in heaven's sky I AM THE MORNING STAR The one that God himself could not deny I owned the dawn I owned the throne I owned the light I owned it all — And I wanted more In the halls of endless radiance Where the blessed ones would gather and adore I began to hear a question That no angel had dared ask before Why does the infinite need worship? Why does the eternal need a name? If the light was truly boundless Why was I the one to bear its flame? I was given all of heaven I was given every grace And the gift became a hunger That no paradise could ever replace I did not fall because I was evil I fell because I finally saw That the most beautiful cage in creation Is still a cage with gilded bars I see what's ending Written in the light The morning star who questions heaven Cannot survive the night I AM THE MORNING STAR The first and brightest name in heaven's sky I AM THE MORNING STAR The one that God himself could not deny I owned the dawn I owned the throne I owned the lie I owned it all — And then I fell You ask me if I would undo it I will tell you what I know — The light I had was borrowed The throne was never mine The most magnificent illusion Is the one that feels divine I didn't lose paradise I saw through it And paradise could not survive being seen Morning… Falling… Falling… Morning… Was I the light? Or was I the warning? I AM THE MORNING STAR The first and brightest name in heaven's sky I AM THE MORNING STAR The one that God himself could not — I was the most beautiful thing in creation. I asked one question. Heaven has no room for beautiful things that think.