Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Who are you calling a freak?

Here is a new poem. It should be read through twice ideally.  Hopefully it speaks for itself. 

Who are you calling a freak?
And rolling your eyes, wondering
How can anyone be so weak?

Who have you been putting down?
Silently judging, disgusted
Whilst shaking your head with a frown

Who are you pushing away?
Closing your heart to, rejecting
And doubting their value today?

To whom are you so unkind?
Calling them ugly, repulsive
Their beauty refusing to find?

Why can't you see who you are?
Loved deeply, chosen, accepted
A treasure stored in a clay jar.

Look at yourself through his eyes
Knowing you fully, completely
He loved you so much He would die

When will you see the lambs blood
Understand that in your repenting
Your guilt's washed away in the flood

See now, you are a treasure 
Worthy, created, amazing
Unique and loved beyond measure