THE UGLY TRUTH [1 Peter 3:4]
I’m staring for the umpteenth time
To make sure everything’s in place.
But every mirror tells a lie
If insides don’t match the surface.
I’m so concerned about my hair
And if my shoes will match my belt.
My heart receives so little care;
My soul’s neglect is hardly felt.
So whose standards do I live by?
Why so obsessed with how I look?
If God says beauty lives inside,
My actions conform to which book?
As shiny as my lipgloss is,
It dazzles not my vicious tongue;
And though my nail polish is fierce,
My hands ar’nt too cute to do wrong.
I take my time to look my best
But spend so little on my core,
You couldn’t tell – the way I’m dressed
The inner me is an eye-sore.
What good is it if I’m a hit
Until they get to know me well?
When they peel back the cool outfit,
What can they say about this girl?
The selfishness, the meanness;
The gossiping, the pride.
I bet no one could ever guess
How much rot these clothes hide.
Come into this heart, Jesus.
Move in permanently.
Your Word the comb and scissors,
Make me over daily.
Transform me by Your love;
Fortify where there’s weakness.
Take all the pride I have,
Trade it in for Your meekness.
Soften my face with kindness,
Polish my feet with peace.
Perfume me with grace- and yes;
Change whatever You please.
Help me adopt Your fashion sense
To measure beauty by.
I’d rather see me through Your lens
Than keep living a lie.
To make sure everything’s in place.
But every mirror tells a lie
If insides don’t match the surface.
I’m so concerned about my hair
And if my shoes will match my belt.
My heart receives so little care;
My soul’s neglect is hardly felt.
So whose standards do I live by?
Why so obsessed with how I look?
If God says beauty lives inside,
My actions conform to which book?
As shiny as my lipgloss is,
It dazzles not my vicious tongue;
And though my nail polish is fierce,
My hands ar’nt too cute to do wrong.
I take my time to look my best
But spend so little on my core,
You couldn’t tell – the way I’m dressed
The inner me is an eye-sore.
What good is it if I’m a hit
Until they get to know me well?
When they peel back the cool outfit,
What can they say about this girl?
The selfishness, the meanness;
The gossiping, the pride.
I bet no one could ever guess
How much rot these clothes hide.
Come into this heart, Jesus.
Move in permanently.
Your Word the comb and scissors,
Make me over daily.
Transform me by Your love;
Fortify where there’s weakness.
Take all the pride I have,
Trade it in for Your meekness.
Soften my face with kindness,
Polish my feet with peace.
Perfume me with grace- and yes;
Change whatever You please.
Help me adopt Your fashion sense
To measure beauty by.
I’d rather see me through Your lens
Than keep living a lie.
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