Beneath the mess
something beautiful lived
Others could see
it, but not me.
I only knew what I
knew, to be somehow broken
But beneath the
mess something beautiful lived.
Caught in the wake
of the wrongs of others
I got washed away,
far at sea
I got battered and
bruised, not worth much
But beneath the
mess something beautiful lived.
Somehow I was
found by the One who made me
He could see as
the others could see
The broken, the
battered, the bruised was slowly healed
And what was
beautiful beneath the mess slowly emerged.
Beneath the mess
something beautiful lives
Now I can see when
others can’t see
I only know what I
know, that broken is not forever
And beneath the
mess something beautiful lives.
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