Never more beautiful than what it hides,
It's the manifestation of what we despise.
When our imperfections and brokeness abound,
A genuine reflection is scarcely found.
Relying on others to decide we're approved,
The mask is concealed and no calluses removed.
But what if you realized that what's underneath,
Is a perfect version of who you're to be?
He's not the God of image, he created souls,
but we perfect an illusion thinking we'll be whole.
Our genuine self easily compromised.
A once empty vessel, now filled with lies.
I promise there is hope within this reflection,
If you open your eyes to the beauty of imperfection.
God set our hearts on the kingdom unseen,
from the world's standards- we want to be free.
Healing is coming but its not for your sake,
others are exhausted from feeling hidden and fake.
What if a chain reaction took place
masks were removed as we met face to face?
We'd see the beauty and also the pain
but the striving and fronting would not be maintained.
We all have our issues but there's more than getting free,
He's been victorious now others we'll reach
The point of transparency is to help fellow men,
not to wallow in our flaws again and again.
The first task is knowing how incapable you are,
of wearing a mask more beautiful than scars
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