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Beautiful

By Bethany Dillon

I would have been so blessed to know this song when I was like 13. It startles me when I realize how much of that 13 year old girl is left in me.

I was so unique
Now I feel skin deep
I count on make-up to cover it all
Crying myself to sleep cause I cannot keep their attention
I thought I could be strong
But it's killing me

Does someone hear my cry?
I'm dying for new life

I want to be beautiful
Make you stand in awe
Look inside my heart,
and be amazed
I want to hear you say
Who I am is quite enough
Just want to be worthy of love
And beautiful

Sometimes I wish I was someone other than me
Fighting to make the mirror happy
Trying to find whatever is missing
Won't you help me back to glory

I want to be beautiful
Make you stand in awe
Look inside my heart,
and be amazed
I want to hear you say
Who I am is quite enough
Just want to be worthy of love
And beautiful


You make me beautiful
You make me stand in awe
You step inside my heart, and I am amazed
I love to hear You say
Who I am is quite enough
You make me worthy of love
And beautiful

Comments

  1. I love this song. Such a great reminder to me. :)

    Melinda, I just wanted to let you know that your comment really blessed me. Thank you for your prayers. And for the verse you shared. It means a lot to me!

    {{hugs}}

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