Holding onto the facade of beauty
Succumbing to the lies of a false reality
Too meager of a thing to trust in
For genuineness lies deep-rooted within
You know not what you behold
By merely looking upon the surface
For inward lets the truth unfold
And in Christ, authenticity by grace
Searching through the comments
Wandering through the photos
Maybe in the compliments
Or perhaps in the responses?
Where is this joy
My heart so longs for?
Why does it deplete
Ever so often?
But I know of everlasting joy;
Not found in the comments,
Nor in the responses or comps
But in the never changing Father,
The I AM that I AM.
— The End —