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In front of the mirror she stands

Wondering what she needs to change

In order for someone to know her name

From head to toe, she looks down in shame

At every scare on her fragile frame

Their reminders of a broken past

And who she used to be

Before the hurt and the pain

A time when she felt completely free

But she’s so hurt, that she can’t see

The beauty hidden beneath the seams

She believes every lie, she’s ever been told

That she is worth nothing

And for every hand she will try to hold

Will ultimately let her go

That love is just a word and that it doesn’t really exist

It’s just a fairytale, a myth

It will never come true

She looks in her reflection and believes what she sees

That she is what the mirror makes her to be

Someone who’s broken, ugly and torn

Who is unloved and forgotten

But there’s so much more to her

Then what’s being conceived

If only she could look beyond the mirror

And see what God sees

So as she stood there looking once more

She then heard a voice, one that she has heard once before

It spoke to her within her soul

My daughter, my precious one, whom I love

You are so much more than those lies let you believe

For you are worth something, more precious than gold

More beautiful than any star, that the sky could hold

You are never truly alone and never will be

For love is real, it does exist and it is forever true

It is because of love I have never let go of you

For I love you more than you could ever know

For you are my princess, a daughter of the king

A beautiful masterpiece, you are one of a kind

You were created by these hands with a love so divine

For I designed you with a purpose, a reason to shine

Because my precious dear one, you are mine

For I see beyond the mirror and what it deceives

It can only show you what you chose to believe

But what I see no reflection of glass can compare

No scars can hide the beauty beneath

That lies within you, can’t you see

For you are whole and you are beautiful,

You are loved, but not just by anyone my dear

You are loved by me

For you are my daughter, whom I love so dearly

I love every inch of you, from your head to your toes

For I made you, so I know

 I know it hurts you so to see those scars

That life had given to you

Thinking because of them, no will love you

But oh my dear one, that is not true, because I love you

As she heard these words speak, her eyes filled with tears

For deep in her heart she had been longing to hear

These loving words

Who knew they would come from love, himself

He who loves her so dear

Who came and helped her see

That she was more than her scars and the lies she believed

That she was beautiful and was made free

For she is his precious daughter, one who he loves so dear

Enough to make her see

Beyond the mirror.