The Perfect Storm

I am not pretty - I am dirty.

I am not sweet - I give scorn.

I am not thoughtful - I am angry.

I am not kind - I am worn.

I am broken and silent and hurting.

I laugh as I cry and I scream.

I am not an Untouched Flower.

But I am the Perfect Storm on the Sea.

I am not good.

I am not worth it.

I should never even have been born.

I am Nothing and I know it.

So - Why?

Because He Loves me.

Because He cares.

Because He sees what I cannot.

And He Rescued me Unaware.

He sees beneath the bullshit.

He sees beneath the grime.

He sees through all my disguises,

To the Pearl deep down inside.

He sees me Struggle,

He Knows my Pain,

He hears my cries for Mercy,

Even when I curse His Name.

I am not pretty - I am used.

I am not sweet - I am torn.

I am not thoughtful - I am wretched.

I am not kind - but I've been Reborn.

I am Broken and Silent and Hurting.

I Laugh as I Cry and I Scream.

I am not an UnTouched Flower,

But I am the Perfect Storm in the Sea.

I am not Good - but He is.

Because of this, I am Worth more than Rubies.

Because of this, I can Praise His Name and say;

I am Nothing without my God and Savior,

And I would like to keep it that way.

He Saved me from utter destruction,

He Saved me from my Pain,

He Saved my from more than Death,

He Gave me a Reason to Stay.

I would Die for my God, but more.

I would Live for Him as well.

I stay here not for you, nor for me,

Nor to keep myself from hell.

I stay because He told me to,

I stay because I'm free,

I stay because He wants me here,

I stay because I'm me.

I am not pretty - I am Precious.

I am not sweet - I am Forlorn.

I am not thoughtful - I am Growing.

I am not kind - I am being Formed.

I am broken and silent and hurting.

I laugh as I cry and I scream.

I am not an Untouched Flower.

But I am the Perfect Storm on the Sea.

I am not pretty - I am Beloved.

I am not sweet - I am More.

I am not thoughtful - I'm Crazy.

I am not kind - I am the Perfect Storm.

I am His Perfect Storm.

*<3*

Thank You my Lord