Perfect Picture
I once heard a song about dressing to impress
putting on filters and leaving little to guess
how we smile so bright to make a few heads turn
reading all those articles that say "watch and learn".
I scoffed for a minute, "that could never be me"
but then a version of it was all I cold see
Perhaps this version was even worse than just dress
because it's not my appearance I thought was a mess
See, at first I was Kenzie, but then I was Mack
but she got tossed out to be put on the rack
Kenzily, Macaroon, Kat, they're not all the same
but Perfect Pictures I made since the real me was lame.
Soon I had more disguises than an agent in the CIA
Soon the old me had gotten lost along the way
and all because I felt like dressing to impress
not my body, but my whole self, I sadly confes
We have to remember that we're God's perfect pic
made in His image, we're worth more than a click
not just on the outside, but even more on the in,
and the only pic that really matter si the one we have with Him.
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