How Pretty Am I?

Drawn to the sides
Of every white robe,
Dirty and somehow ashamed…
Can’t face Your sacrifice,
Can’t anticipate Your grace.
Turning to be healed
I interpret Your message,
Embrace Your fight.
I want to come alive
Like I know I can,
I want to believe
Like I know I was made to.
I’m somewhere inside,
Confused as ever,
Dressing the scars
And finding the Source.
Because all this life
Means more than me,
And I’m abased so
You can rise,
Help me rise higher,
Rise above,
Overcome.

(LAK, August 3, 2005)