Broken Beautiful

I'm looking in a mirror and all I can see is a broken reflection starting back at me.

A reflection broken by the how the world defines beauty.

By the outward appearance, as something you can see.

A reflection broken by the world's standard of perfection.

By the numbers on the scale or your size.

Teach me to see yourself through your eyes.

Cuz I'm looking in the mirror and all I can see is a broken reflection staring back at me.

Father God, when you look at me, are you disappointed with what you see?

With the tenderness of a lover, he replies, “You are the treasure I hold closely in my heart.

You are my mosaic, my masterpiece, a work of art.

If only you could see yourself the way I do.

So I am replacing the lies with what is true.

Dear Child, listen closely and you will understand.

I hold you tightly in the palm of my hand.

You are the rose, the rose for which I cried.

And these are the tears, the tears for you I cried.

Will you let me capture your heart at this moment in time?

Precious Child, will you be mine?”

Cuz now I'm looking in a mirror and all I can see is a beautiful reflection staring back at me.