No sooner does the comment fall on our ears, "You are beautiful,"
Then we roll our eyes, shunning the words as if it were dutiful. Perhaps it was a little bold. These words are not what we are accustomed to being told. In fact, have we ever heard them? They are rare as a costly gem. In embarrassment we hide our face, Yet deep within our hearts these words find a place, Only to resound in our ears As alone we sit in wonder trying not to shed tears. Beautiful? Me? There are beautiful women out there, Ones to which I could never compare-- Shapely figures, shining eyes, radiant smiles; Winning personalities giving them such style. I'm not one of those girls, Delicate and as comely as pearls. Someone thinks I'm beautiful, could it really be true? Not just on the inside but the outside too? It's hard to believe, Yet we can't seem to cause the idea to leave. "You are beautiful," it reechoes in our mind. We tell ourselves, "They were just being kind." But while we dismiss such words with our lips as if it were a crime, Underneath we feel strange and special, all at the same time. Then in silence we pray, "Lord, make me beautiful in the way it really counts, That my life will be to Your glory to recount." Copyright 2014, KK.
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