I was made in God’s image, they said,
But daily I bring pictures of what I want to be instead.
Selfies made me face myself till I purged from the weight,
Forgive me, God, for I have sinned again.
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Unbelief sags my cheeks,
Overthinking makes me sick.
Depression made me overeat,
Fear made me miss opportunities.
Shame arched my back,
Comparison makes me see myself in rags.
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Teach me not to compare and covet,
Slouching in shame like You haven’t given me all I need yet.
God, teach me to be confident.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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This is stunning. I absolutely loved this. I've been in such a dark place right now as I travel down a healing period and pieces like this are so beautiful and rare to me. Thank you for writing this 💝
Hugs 2 you! You're uniquely, beautifully & wonderfully made my friend.