What You Don't See

This is a poem I wrote for a young lady in my life who struggles with so much insecurity about the beauty God has given her.

What You Don't See

I know you see what is broken.
Your fears, your hurts, your shame.

Lies built like plaque by this world,

All whispering the same.

I know you look, then turn away,

Torn to pieces, wrenched apart.

You see yourself with twisted eyes

And a hurting, world-worn heart.

What you don't see is the tender

Delight within His eyes
As He looks upon His daughter,

How He aches and hears you cry.

Out of clay you may be formed,

But what you do not see,

Your Father created you and said,

"You were made to look like Me."

March 18, 2014

One year ago: Five Songs
Three years ago: I tend to be ungrateful.
Four years ago: Starting High School with a Smile