I see lights before my eyes,
flashing "Hello" but saying,"goodbye"
He calls me, "Enter into My arms.
say to me dear,
what has begun?"
I look at my arms
and begin to cry,
"I'm so sorry, God.
what should I try?
they called me fat and vile."
"Oh, but beautiful
this you are
from every cuticle
to every scar.
No matter what happens,
you are who you are."
Don't believe in what they say.
Listen to God
and don't be ashamed.
He is the way, the truth, and the life.
Nothing they say will ever be right.
So bow your head and pray,
He says you are beautiful
in every single way!

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