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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