Today I discovered the words of a wise man,
He did not write them, but he meant every one,
The truest spoken words ever uttered under the sun.
‘Tis true my form is rather odd,
But blaming me is blaming God.’
Do we really question the one who would mercilessly strike us down with
the rod?
‘Could I create myself a new,
I would not fail in pleasing you.’
Whoever says that beauty is only skin deep does not speak true.
‘If I could reach from pole to pole, or grasp the ocean in a span,
I would be measured by the soul, the mind’s the standard of the man.’
It is the beauty of our soul within, that determines who we are in
Gods’ great plan.
If you cannot see past the mistakes that creation has made,
Then I dare you to look into the mirror when your own beauty does fade.
Buy yourself a mask behind which to hide,
But you will never disguise the ugliness you keep inside.