Why do we care what others think of us? It really only matters how God sees us. If we please Him, does the rest count for all that much?
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Praise and accolades received from strangers
I looked to Heaven
God, make me into what they believe me to be
Approval, reflected in the eyes of others
I prayed fervently
Father, help me to see what they see
On my knees, sweat on my brow
Crying out into the night
Lord, fix me
I want to be all that people think I am
In the darkness, my pillow soaked
In tears, I hear a voice
Soft and comforting to my ear
You need not be anything
But what I created you to be
My plans for you far exceed
Anything they can conceive
There is more to you than what
Eyes can see, my child
You are fearfully and wonderfully made
My specifications are far superior
To man’s design
Stand tall and love who you are
In MY eyes
Finally…. The affirmation I was seeking
All this time. Thank you, Father
©2010 – Andrea J. Shannon
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