beauty does not come
in lipstick tubes,
in concealer,
in eyeshadow
and liquid eyeliner.

beauty isn't
perfection,
beauty isn't
fashion,
beauty isn't
grabbing everyone's attention.

beauty hides in
the soul of she who faced her fears
beauty hides in
the heart of he who is brave
beauty hides in
a joyful heart
beauty hides in
brokenness made new.

your worth is something no
one can't take from you. You are
unique and special and only Christ defines you

and he says you are
redeemed and
enough and

whole and
out of the ordinary and
royalty and
truly loved and
his child and
y**ou are worthy.

i cannot exaggerate You
because
there are no words
to describe how great
how majestic
how loving
how merciful
how beautiful You are.
i cannot exaggerate You
because
there aren't words that
capture who You are
and how You love
and what You do.
i cannot exaggerate You
because
there are no words for
You.

with your hands You
hung the stars in the sky
and know them all by name.
You put the sun and moon
in their places and
with your hands You
made the roaring seas
and majestic mountains
and those same hands that
hung the stars and
placed the sun and moon and
made the seas and mountains
made this heart.

He is in a breeze on a summer day,
in the purples and pinks of a glorious sunset,
in the melodies of the chirping birds,
in the rolling waves of the seas.
He is in the blue of the sky,
in a child's laughter,
in the blooming roses,
in your heart.
my soul, be still.
my soul, stop looking for Him,
for He is here.
all creation sings His praises,
all creation shouts hallelujah,
all creation screams glory.

Your love doesn't fit in the sea
and the sky isn't wide enough to hold You.
your thoughts outnumber the stars
and the sun can't shine brighter than You.
You are majestic and beautiful and mighty,
strong and loving and merciful,
You love recklessly
and endlessly
and extravagantly
and beautifully
and i will sing of You
forever.

my heart was tired of
carrying this heavy burden of
guilt and
my mouth couldn't cry out to
You and
my soul was weary of
wandering and
my hands were chained and
couldn't reach out
to You and
my ears couldn't hear that
You
were calling my name and
my eyes were blind and couldn't
see
that You had forgiven me.