Speaking Poorly of Me

How deeply did I hurt Him when

I spoke poorly of me,
For, though it’s all the flaws I see,
I’m how I’m meant to be.
 
You see, I am designed by God
And, though I think I’m plain,
The Lord sees me as beautiful,
So no doubt should remain.
 
Thus when I speak, belittling
The person that God made,
Does it hurt Him to hear the words
Intended to degrade?
 
I don’t mean that I ought to brag,
That’s not what He had planned,
But at the least I should be kind
To one formed by God’s hand.