Yes - He calls me beautiful.
I never thought I was.
I didn't like the way I looked.
I dreamed of being a gorgeous model.
I stared at other girls and wished I was like them.
I thought "if I grow my hair long" then I'll be beautiful.
I did - I wasn't.
Then I met Him.
And He called me beautiful.
Not once, but twice, 3 X's, 4X's and on and on.
"You're beautiful."
It took awhile, but I heard and I listened.
I looked in his eyes and saw that he meant it.
His voice was gentle and genuine.
I felt it in his embrace and in his touch.
He loves me.
He even loves me though he knows all about me.
More than anyone else - all the secrets.
And yet he loves me and
He calls me beautiful.
His name starts with "J'.
His name is Jesus.
His name is Jerry.
2 comments:
Wow! That was beautiful!
Umm I love this poem. Mom, that is awesome---I think this poem is of the Lord! It spoke to my spirit, thank you!
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