Cleansing
Cleaning my yesterday's wounds
like many unwanted memories, I try to clean myself from the dirt that's left
Removing all the stains I've kept
Straying from my inner self of deceit
not beautiful enough it seems
awakening from nightmare of the deception of rejection
My beauty comes from within
you don't know me
you don't see what I see
My closeness to God helps me to carry on
Praising his name, and singing his song.
Freedom at last
Trying not to move too fast
Wait, I say, Wait on the Lord
For he will renew your strength
You see me on the outside
My beauty is within
Education, misconception
Degrees thinking we're at ease
teaching from experience
Not putting God in a box
The box was never there
You've created a mind set of outer appearance to validate me
How blind can we be
How prideful have we become
so much love we have kept in a lump sum
The beauty of eternal life
God who sees our hearts
Our inner need to be what he has called us to be
Copyright © Andrea Mcdonald | Year Posted 2007
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