Beautiful

[Tynion]

Your beauty lies not in your eyes.
You touched my life, not with your fingers.
You melted my heart, not with a flame.

My life was crafted, not by a hammer and saw.
It was created to serve and love.
I fashioned it to provide and defend.

Your touch, I never experienced.
Your breath, I never felt.
Yet, my heart cracked at your words.

Your callus words pierced me as a sword.
You stuck me to my soul.

I gave you all I have. I committed myself to you.

Long days at work always ended with sweet words from your mouth.
Not once since my destruction did I ever neglect to tell you of my love.

I changed so much it hurt. My growing pains rend my flesh.
I have scars all over from the bad growths that were removed from me.
I stand before my Lord a clean man. I stand proudly, yet humbly.

While He brings glory and victory to me, you cast me aside.
While the Lord wins constant battles in me as the battleground,
I wasn’t good enough for you.

Even though you tear at my flesh and grab for my heart, I will praise my Lord.
I will not stop you from hurting me, instead I’ll praise Him even more.
I am worthy in His eyes. And I will praise Him through my struggles and torments.

He still has not given up one me, I run out of fingers numbering the people who have.
My Lord calls me to be Holy. To be like His Christ, in which was He.
So I will be like my Master, and I will be Holy. I will be honorable.

I will be unblemished.
I will be a servant.
I will be exalted by the only one who matters.

I will be praised by the Lord my God.
I will please Him.