Jesus met a woman
And he smiled,
'You are beautiful
My dear sweet child.'
'Do not mock me
Sir, my face is vile
Do you not see
These hideous scars?
I am beaten down
I am bruised all over
I have an unerasable frown
And I smile no more.'
So Jesus took her hand
And brought her to a lake
'Look isn't that grand?'
'No, Lord, I can't bear it.'
'Look and see what I see.'
Hesitantly she opened her eyes.
'My face, my face is scar free.
That is not possible.'
'Yes, my love, it is true.
That is what I always see
When I look inside of you.
You are what I will create.'
Author notes
Ever loose a poem? I have. I wrote one like this and lost it.
Written August 1st, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Make Me Smile by PurpleSky.
300 points, ended August 6, 2004, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thanks for the encouraging comment.
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The scars are a metaphor for sins and difficulties.
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Well this is a good story and an encouraging one. I know that God sees beyond our outward apearance and knows our hearts. This was beautifuly written and I thank you for taking the time to write this and enter it here for me to read
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wow,,,, this is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it. It truly is wonderful!
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