The Stripper and Saint

Let me tell you a story of faith and contradiction along the road. Where one's beauty equaled belief, And its performance was a strict code. Garments were of little use, As she would never feel the cold. While her skin gave her all the protection, It would seldom feel old. Her message to be delivered, Was that beauty was in all that were seen. Because God didn't create ugly, That was mankind's to demean. With innocence as her virtue, the Conviction was inherited, and served as pain. Though it would never incapacitate, Only provide fuel to abstain. When this conflict was understood, And grace would rise above the rest. The faith that was displayed, gave Those to wonder, with dreams to test. ' Journey '