Your black skin and blue eyes betray a difficult past
of mixed races and mixed concoctions of pain
You've sought and sought and sought relief
in bottles and pills and men
But you hurt and hurt and long inside
for something you know not what
Your matted hair and yellowed teeth cannot hide your beauty
for when you smile I see God in all his majesty
I'm glad my words touched your heart and made you well with tears
but rest assured, it was not me --
the One who moved you was He that moves mountains,
the One who will make you whole again
and bring back that girlish innocence once ignorant of pain
Let us praise Him together, hand in hand, who meets us filthy beggars
and shapes our scars into a map of our salvation
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