Beauty

Beauty.
I see it in a sunrise, I hear it in poetry
In a frozen wasteland, even though I must search fervently,
It can still be found in a single snowflake's design
Or in someone's tears as they search for the Divine

Beauty is something far beyond a model's makeup
More than a painting; in its essence, it is worship
One only need step outside and listen to a bird's joyful song
To feel a sense of peace, knowing we exist because we too belong

You were placed on this delicate planet for a purpose
When you see beauty, it is a sign that you are so much more than worthless
You were masterfully sculpted by the greatest artist
And only by sin was your beauty tainted in darkness

Once, you were clothed in righteousness
But sin took your robes and left you with nakedness
Yet even so our souls remembered that beauty
And despite our rebellion, we sought it out desperately

We built our own gods, we worshiped our idols
Hoping we could recreate our own revival
But without the author of art
How could our redemption hope to even start?

And so we wandered in darkness
In the midst of our brokenness 
Yet only by God's guidance
Could we truly call Beauty to remembrance

So despite our struggle for anything but Christ
He still came to Earth willing to pay the ultimate price
Thus true Beauty was rooted in crimson love
By the scars on his back that proved HE WAS ENOUGH

As a result, in our fallen world
There is still beauty waiting to be unfurled
If only we open our eyes
Then we could begin to recognize

That the song echoing in our soul when we were born
Still rings out across this perfect world so torn
The song of ultimate beauty wrapped in thorns
Bursting at the seams, God's love adorned