This was a day that beckoned freedom
cool came to relieve us from the sun
but even so I disqualified myself
from hearing the voice of Love
lightening trembled in the deep
and clouds curled in the sky like smoke
and we laid our thoughts down
and let them slide into the gabled roof
our eyes were crafted to behold beauty
I thought I’d find it in perfection
and despised myself for all my flaws
that withheld me from what I craved to be
but we were who we were made to be
and it’s truer now to me
that our lots of imperfection
are our portions of humility
and beauty is not what they thought
it is not bound as some seek to bind it
it is not predetermined by how other eyes perceive it
it is stitched into our hearts
for we bear the God-man’s image
may we see each other in light of Christ’s perspective
and behold the magnificent kisses of our King
that are the marks of beauty
on every created heart
I am finding freedom
in not needing to be God
we are who we were made to be
and that’s a freeing place to be
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