Beauty is Bought with a Price.

Self- image turned to self hate. 

Something was dead inside, and no one could relate.

They took that piece from you.

You were lost; there was a hole. 

You hated yourself, you had no home.

You were a stranger set alone in your own skin

You were lost and lonely- lost in Your sin. 

 

You just don't understand it; You are MORE than what you see!

Because You are made in the image of GOD, 

if you are with me, just let your head nod.

There is not a reason for you to go cry.

You are BEAUTIFUL. Don't let them lie.

 

He is here, and he will never leave your side

Do not let anyone come and tell you that your beauty is a lie.

 

Daughter of the most high,

you don't need a single thing to make you feel good inside. 

You are the real treasure, and you know that deep inside

Don't believe those other lies because that would be suicide

God's got you memorized ever since you found your prize.

You've traded in this world, now your living for eternal life.

So open up your eyes, and baby girl you can see life!

 

Your worth and value is not found in being pretty, or shapely as a woman.

NO! It is found in the one true King who purchased you on calvary.

 

There is no more self hate. 

There is always someone there. God can relate.

He's given you every piece you need.

He loves you, and you'll live in eternity.

You will no longer be called a stranger in your own skin.

You always have the power to let people in.

So go on today and make that change.

You are beautiful. No one can take that away.

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