I may feel disgraceful
As though the Lord would not want to look upon me
But my Lord's thoughts of me--
All precious And too numerous to count
In his eyes, I am decked with precious jewels
My Lord looks upon me with so much love
He awaits his return
To speak in my ears--
"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." *
I may feel like a worthless failure
But I am my Lord's precious garden
He waters, cares and prunes
And anxiously waits for a new bloom to appear
I am beautiful to my Lord!
My feet may slip
And I may wish to hide from my Lord
But he knocks upon my heart saying
"Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled." *
I may feel unattractive
But when my Lord looks upon me
He is awestruck with the beauty he sees
He doesn't look upon me as worthless
He is just patiently waiting for new blooms in his garden
And when I've fallen and hidden away
He cries out for me:
"Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return that we may look upon thee." *
I may feel too disgraceful to be looked upon
But this is what my Lord says to me
"How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!" *
"I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me."
He doesn't wait for me to fail
To laugh and accuse I am my Lord's precious garden
He waters, cares, and prunes And anxiously waits for a new bloom to appear
I am beautiful to my Lord

* Taken from Psalm 139 and Song of Solomon

~~ by Michelle Maginness