Thorns of Independence

There was a girl surrounded by thorns
The Thorns of Independence
Beautiful and poisonous up to her neck

Though born to be consecrated and fit for a King
Along the way she crossed paths with pain
And became set aside for sabotage

One day that King came along
To take His charge and pick His princess

On the wild boarder
Left somewhere near the corner
He chose the frightened, little, dirty one

For my best and for his glory
I’ve been chosen, called
“Forever, I am with you”

And THAT is true beauty

Like a butterfly with open wings
A flower that’s in bloom
Something searching, trusting and vulnerable,
Not my independent, self sufficiency and self control
But my ABSOLUTE dependence on His Holy grace alone

Now THAT is beautiful