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.
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