View

Looking out through our eyes
Each a different view
Perspective seen through our wounds
Vision each askew

One that comes with mirrors
For them all to see
The beauty that I am
What will they think of me?

Another doom and gloom
Darkness blocks the light
The worst is yet to come
Another day to fight

Judgment fills the view
People into bins
Separate the best
The only one I’m in

Another of a child
Wonder, awe, anew
Trusting in the Father
Joy accepting You

 

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