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The title speaks for itself.... |
When I stand in front of a mirror, Do you know what sometimes I see? An average person is looking back, And that average person is me. My reflection is now getting older My hair is beginning to grey My nails are chewed down from the worry and stress Of going to work every day. I wish my face were much thinner That my cheekbones were a bit more defined. And I as I turn and look over my shoulder, I daren't mention the view from behind! I know I should smile more often And not get so easily down I’d love to be not quite so clumsy And cause other people to frown So, how can it be that God loves me? With my faults and my non-perfect frame. I wonder at how I see myself And I wonder if God sees the same. God’s word says that I am His workmanship That I am fearfully and wonderfully made That I’m the ultimate of all his creation And on the day I was born, there was praise God says I was chosen before time had begun To be blameless and holy and pure To be seated with Him in the heavenlies And in His truth to be safe and secure. He says that I am now His dwelling place Where he is pleased to live by his spirit He has made me a part of his family An heir, with His riches to inherit. So now, as I look in the mirror I see with new eyes what I should I cannot be average at all, not one bit Because God said himself, “It is good.” |