Rocks


I do not care what others think,

Facing a mirror, tears when I blink,

Made in God's image, this I know,

But through the damage, it does not show.

 

I act as my own worst critic,

My negativity makes me sick

But deep down I cannot forget,

He who created me, loves me best.

 

I am carbon and he is strong,

waiting to compress away my wrong

Shining diamond in the making,

Is hard to see without being vain.

 

I often feel sunken in sin,

Cease to recall, I am forgiven,

I am burnt with no hope ahead,

But remember, He raised from the dead

 
 
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