You Are Beautiful
When I look into the mirror who is it I see?
Whose is this reflection looking back at me?
It is not one of beauty I fear that this is true,
with each and every day that I am going through.
Inner beauty in me is not so visible,
It is what is on the outside that is unmissable.
When we focus on our appearance and how we look,
It is like listening intentionally to the stream of a babbling brook.
As the water trickles slowly taking its time,
It is obvious to see that I am his and HE is truly mine.
You may not be the prettiest, cleverest or smart,
But everything you have and give comes directly from the heart.
Jesus made you perfect, just as he intended you to be.
So do not hide that beauty, show it off, I hope you will agree,
That it really does not matter what outwardly is seen,
it is what comes from within that makes you so pristine.
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