Through the eyes of men,
they might see a loser, a failure, a disgrace
and they'd be right.
As men spewed off words about what I am,
I listened,
and became what they said.
Satan stood on the sidelines,
clapping enthusiastically
because not only did he succeed
in breaking me once
but keeping me down.
Satan, you've had your fun.
In the power of Jesus Christ,
I banish you from this place
and from my heart.
Through the eyes of you, oh God,
somehow you find something to love,
Your words for me are different,
words like Princess and Daughter and Loved
Forgiven, Worth Fighting For, Beautiful...
Your heart broke when I broke my vow to you
and chased a love that wasn't yours,
and it broke again when I didn't come running back into your arms and believe what you said to me, about loving me despite the past that marred me and made me sinfully shameful before you.
The acceptance of man doesn't matter anymore,
their approval doesn't satisfy.
But Abba God, I'm coming to you because more than anything in the world, I long to get that approval from you. I know I already have that approval, sealed by the mark of a cross and signed in the blood of Your son.
What can man do to me?
What do their words and jeers and catcalls matter?
I'm satisfied with having You.
Only You.
Search me, Oh God. Know my thoughts.
Lead me in the way everlasting.
Father... here I am.
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