Insecurity: God's EnemyПримерок

## The truth in times of insecurity God saw that it was good He formed me in my mother's womb, He knows my every part He sewed my forms together, He placed in me my heart He made my hands and fingers, He formed my feet and toes And every tiny piece of me, He intimately knows. Yet I look in the mirror, and see the forms He made I notice every part of me that I have come to hate And voices say I'm ugly, that I was made deformed They rob me of my happiness, and steal from me my warmth The Lord then whispers softly: "You need not be afraid. For years you let them hurt you, but still it's not too late. You know the truth I told you, so let it be your sword. And every voice inside of you will flee before the Lord." And though my heart is doubting I keep in mind the truth; God looked at how He made me, and saw that it was good.