Train your eyes to see
Not the damage or the scars,
But the true beauty.
*
We are all wounded,
Locked into our own ‘less than’;
Mercy lets us bloom.
Train your eyes to see
Not the damage or the scars,
But the true beauty.
*
We are all wounded,
Locked into our own ‘less than’;
Mercy lets us bloom.
Her trials transformed her –
but not until
life’s stresses
reminded her
diamonds are only born under intense pressure;
here, darkness and barrenness, cold and discomfort
became the mixing bowl
where
her soul spun sweet.
.