You Are Beautiful
I was thinking recently about how unfortunate I am to be short when suddenly, I was stricken by a thought: I’m criticizing an image made by God! In an instant, I began to feel happy and to think of all the beautiful people I get to see every day of my life.
Sure, there are loads of little imperfections about myself I’d love to see changed, I thought, but to think that I am a sculpture shaped by the hands of God Himself blows my mind. He made me; just like He made the mountains, the stars, the sky, and the ocean. I am a work of art, shaped and crafted by His loving hands, and those loving hands produce the beauty of the whole earth. For the first time in a long time, I felt okay with simply being me myself—actually not just okay, but excited.
I wanted to tell the whole world what God had told me—every person from the most successful businessman to the poorest bum in America—that we are beautiful, each and every one of us. I decided to write a song to express what I had learned since music and poetry are two of my favorite things in the whole universe. I later dedicated that song to my younger sister Rebecca who struggles, as we all do, with wanting to be something other than what she is.
This song is for people like me who contemplate the meaning of life so much, we sometimes forget to just live it. Remember who made you. Remember why you were made.
You are beautiful
Download this song here – 4.33MB .MP3 file
Looking in the mirror wishing I was someone else
There are so many people I’d rather be.
Seeing where I’m at wishing I was somewhere else,
Why do I have to be me?
Looking at my life wishing it was something else
All I see is pain and grief.
To tell you the truth, sometimes I really hate myself,
And here I wait in silence for relief.
And then he answers me,
His voice a whisper on the wind.
He holds me in his arms,
And tells me to trust in him.
Perhaps he didn’t make me a mountain,
Didn’t make me a canyon,
Didn’t make me the sea;
I guess he didn’t make me a windstorm,
Didn’t make me a river,
But he made me.
What a Beautiful gift;
He made me.
What a work of art;
I am who I am.
What a beautiful gift;
He made me.
What a marvelous thought;
I’m a part of him.
He is the artist and you are his art,
Your life is made by the shaping of his hands.
At the moment the colors of your life may seem quite dark,
But your portrait will be beautiful in the end.
Perhaps he didn’t make you a mountain,
Didn’t make you a canyon,
Didn’t make you the sea;
I guess he didn’t make you a windstorm,
Didn’t make you a river,
But he made you.
What a Beautiful gift;
He made you.
What a work of art;
You are who you are.
What a beautiful gift;
He made you,
The beautiful work
Of his nail-pierced hands.
You are beautiful
Because He made you.
Posted on May 29, 01:12 PM | Categorized under Articles—
