How God Sees Me

I’m not the fairest of them all,

With wings battered and torn,
But I was born of God’s sweet love
And by Christ’s blood, reborn.
 
I may look rough and tumbled some,
With an old, weary face,
But when God looks at me He sees
Me, through His loving Grace.
 
And I am beautiful to Him,
My spirit shines right through
The battered shell of broken dreams
That’s all I seem to you.
 
I don’t expect that you can see
The “me” God seems to see,
And it’s enough for me to know
That that’s how God sees me.