I see
An image of your hand as each finger curls around what sits in your palm
Covering what it seems is a gem, a precious belonging that must be guarded
Beyond any question
Because there is no doubt in your eyes when you look past the rust and wear
That a beautiful thing sits there
A thing of value beyond its shield
Something that, underneath, shines not because it made itself
But because it was made
And now
I don’t have to be afraid
Because what you’ve made is only good, and I
I am an object of your affection that shines in the light of day when
Your fingers open
And reveal the hidden beauty that you embedded deep inside of who I am
Under the skin and under the layers of pain and grime
And shame that once tried to define my game
But this life is not a game we play, trying to earn the care we crave
And cover up what we feel is wrong
I hear
You’re singing this song and forming this new bond between your heart and mine
Where the organ that pumps blood through my veins is opening up
Like a flower searching for your name
And now all I want to do is walk out this faith that awakes
As I remember how you pulled me out of what was fake
And took all my mistakes
And covered them so that when you open your fingers to reveal the gem
It radiates love instead of what I told myself I was
Now
I’m in this place where your face is becoming clear
And I can hear
Again
And I see that, truly, when you look at me you see beauty and purity
And not my stains
I am blameless
And my heart sings and longs to connect and express
This thankfulness that wants to burst from my chest
Because, Father, you’re good and you’re giving me rest
Fighting on my side in test after test
And I’m abiding in this place
Where the truest actuality is your face
And I am walking in a new vitality
A gem
In your hands is where I’ll stay
Trusting you both when you cover me
And when you open to reveal the stunning stone
Erected in the center of your heart
To show the world around that you only make brilliant works of art
Denica this is beautiful, a true soul has faults and scars. We are all imperfect, in a loveable kind of way. I see you shining there and will enjoy watching you grow, live, learn and love more about life.