You Who Call me Beautiful

That day I felt worthless
That day I felt used
That day I felt ugly
Knowing all this was untrue
I felt despised, manipulated
unloved
I heard the lies encircling
my head
And I almost let him win
that battle
I almost gave him a
victory

But then I heart Your Voice
You who call me Beautiful
You, the definition of Beauty
Who created me in Your image
You broke through the lies
lies, wrapped about my heart
like old cast iron chains
With a still small voice
saying "I know your beauty
because I created it
I gave it to you
and don't give anyone
the power
to take it away."
Now I know my beauty
because He made me that way
and I strive to reflect His image
And I won't let anyone
take that away.