Kim Kardashian. Taylor Swift’s new guy.

Magazines and Social Media  flow in like the tide,

Spoon feeding us garbage, yet we still swallow up lies 

“Keep reading for 10 ways to trim down your thighs”

And other girls like me,

Search fitspiration tags at night,

thinking God why did you have to make me oversized. 


If I eat these cookies now then I wont eat dinner tonight. 

Or maybe they’ll like me if I put makeup on my eyes. 

It seems we have forgotten one simple truth in life:

the bodies in which we live

we cannot claim as “MINE.”

Take a second and step back for a while, 

who put the breath in your lungs

and gave you a vessel to occupy?

It was God. 

He knows everything about you

because he built us from a pile

of dust from the ground,

and from that dust we became alive. 

He sculpted each of your features,

from your toenails to your smile

yet you dare believe the notion that 

there are flaws in His design? 

If you look into what He writes

We are all Daughters of a King,

who sacrificed His life 

in order to SAVE OUR lives.

And For 3 days He hung on a cross,

shouting up to the skies 

Drenched in blood and the tears

He let flow out from His eyes.

“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani!”

the final words He cried out 

to His Father up on high. 

But not once did He curse us,

because He loved us still despite

our sinful nature and brokenness,

and for US He chose to die. 

For my sins he CHOSE to die.

Yet instead you choose to worship 

certain girls and certain guys

plastered on a TV screen,

promoting a broken and empty life 

controlled by temporary desires, 

Like sleeping around with strangers

to fill the gaping hole inside. 

As that hole grows bigger, 

You begin to question why

you feel left alone in the world

or no longer feel the need to survive. 

But I can tell you the reason why,

and its written in Isaiah 43:1,

You. Are. Mine.

Its not about you nor is it about I,

We belong to something bigger

than what society deems as “right.”

So I would rather follow Christ

than devote my life

to a 9 to 5 day job 

with bonuses on the side. 

Will you choose to follow a savior

that accepts the flaws of your past life, 

or will you follow this world

and let the hole grow inside.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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