Looking
in the mirror; failure and
Pain, imperfection is all I see
But when I catch my reflection in Your eyes
I can hardly recognize
The beauty that is me
You tell me that I’m beautiful
And all I need I to be
But I can’t believe that the God who made the stars
Would ever dream of me
When will I learn to love me
The way that You do?
When will I believe that I’m beautiful
The way I am in Your eyes?
You tell me that I’m precious and honored in Your sight
But when you speak Your tender words of love
All I do is fight
So maybe that’s my problem
I’ve been looking in the mirror more than at Your face
And every time I’m tempted to give in
I remember that Your holiness was slain to take my place
And carefully You’re teaching me
That when the Father looks at me
Your perfect purity is all He sees
But when You take me in your nail-scarred arms
I realize that I don’t need to fight
